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December 25th, 1972
Dusk on the Gulf Coast. Streaks of pale blue and pink settle over New Orleans. It occurs to me that I am high.
Moments of completeness. Just squeezed and hugged my mom and pop. Grabbed her hand and told her I’d see them in eight weeks.
I think I’d rather be sitting around with my folks in a cozy apartment in the French Quarter tonight. Everything will come to pass.