Road tripped homeward... southward bound...
To La Super Rica chilesquilles Thursdays...
And twirled umbrellas to the rusty sounds of old Dixieland Jazz...
In the land of cherry vintage joints...
Brought out, this time, for the Village 4th parade...
That didn't exist back when I lived in town...
But I'm glad it does now...
Cuz confetti eggs made their early debut...
And Bodi became a drunkard...
And Cor shot 'em up...
As we gazed at North town burning...
Under the vanity of patriotic pyrotechnics... 'MMMMERICA, FUCK YEAH!!!
And we ended 'er off... sailing the 101 to the 405, down to see Harlow in LA for fancy ass sushi... before I hit the red-eye back to NY.
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