Its Saturday night in the city of the damned, day two of the mescaline vacation. I'm in 13's again, having one of those surreal moments that seem too perfect to be true. But it is and I'm here. Living the life you can't and doing the drugs you won't so you don't have too. there's a little piece of heaven shaped like a Caesar salad in front of me and charlie Parker on the jukebox.
Ive been wandering around the quarter all night looking for something. what? i haven't the faintest idea.
i go back to the dragons den, but the noise is too much, i cant hear myself think. so i drift deeper into the quarter, and eventually find myself at the river....
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