The moment I set foot on Bourbon Street, I knew exactly everything there is to know about life. That’s not some alcoholic quip, either; I’m being genuine. The raucous music blended too smoothly a cocktail when mixed with the pungent odor of sex in wanting. I saw the worn teets of mothers and mothers of mothers; the naked joy of man in ecstasy of music and toxin; the love of two being shared with many.
I can't say more on this now; there's far too much to do, and I've got a lot to prepare for.