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I Like Visiting Peoples Homes On Saint Josephs Day, When People Set Up Altars, Serve Food As A Tribute To The Saint, And Invite The Public - I Enjoy That Much More Than Mardi Gras.

My Childhood May Have Been More Demented Than Most, Because I Learned To Read Very Early And Was Allowed To Read Whatever I Wanted.

New Orleans Cuisine Is Creole Rather Than Cajun.

The Sky Is Purple, The Flare Of A Match Behind A Cupped Hand Is Gold; The Liquor Is Green, Bright Green, Made From A Thousand Herbs, Made From Altars. Those Who Know Enough To Drink Chartreuse At Mardi Gras Are Lucky, Because The Distilled Essence Of The Town Burns In Their Bellies. Chartreuse Glows In The Dark, And If You Drink Enough Of It, Your Eyes Will Turn Bright Green.

If You’re Ever Lucky Enough To Belong Somewhere, If A Place Takes You In And You Take It Into Yourself, You Don't Desert It Just Because It Can Kill You. There Are Things More Valuable Than Life.