The writing was on the wall. When I was downtown in Mobile, and suddenly everything got quiet, people turned their music down, shut of their cars, and then when you could hear a pin drop, they all turned to me and said "Go back to New Orleans!" in unison; that's when it hit me. I decided to hop the train at about midnight.Saturday, September 24, 2011
Back In New Orleans
The signs were there,
The writing was on the wall. When I was downtown in Mobile, and suddenly everything got quiet, people turned their music down, shut of their cars, and then when you could hear a pin drop, they all turned to me and said "Go back to New Orleans!" in unison; that's when it hit me. I decided to hop the train at about midnight.And here I am, with only 3 minutes left to finish this post...
The writing was on the wall. When I was downtown in Mobile, and suddenly everything got quiet, people turned their music down, shut of their cars, and then when you could hear a pin drop, they all turned to me and said "Go back to New Orleans!" in unison; that's when it hit me. I decided to hop the train at about midnight.
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