If I could have it my way, I'd be a beautifully tragic starving artist. Except I wouldn't be starving. I'd dine on alligator meat and wash it down with dreams dreamt on a tall pile of top hats. If I could have it my way.
Why not?
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The Bayou. This weekend. Okay?
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