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Welcome to New Orleans is an old story

Long hair, drooping mustache, round glasses, also a hefty sandwich station, the driver has a physical the Willy Deville. the back, a blonde opens the door and holds out a bottle of liquor by way of introduction. Welcome to New Orleans, the city Orangina. But I do not even need to shake. A New Orleans , the pulp does not stay down. It floats everywhere, from neck to bottom of the bottle.

Denise introduce myself. Willy Deville is actually called Mickey. Or Slewfoot. Or Daniel McLaughlin after his marital status. His companion and stage of life called Cary Bee, my official supplying liquor. He plays guitar and harmonica. It is a bassist. They Passions Blues last summer, loved and welcomed me as if I needed a favor, while for the first time in four years, I was not in Cognac that summer.

Cary front teeth all crooked. She was attacked a month ago, fell headfirst onto the sidewalk. Cary throws me: "I'm glad you're French. America is so rotten. Here, if you do nothing, you're nothing. There are the have and the have-nots. " No need to be clairvoyant to know that Mickey and Cary are among the have-nots , those who have nothing, or very little. They did not, but I like them already.