The Fringe 2016: Chapter 7
THE BIG LIE NEW ORLEANS Sitting at a bar on Bourbon Street. Shrimp and Grits for dinner. I’m on my tenth beer. The crowds come in and walk through the bar in clusters. Bartenders yell out, “Drinks drinks drinks. How many? What you want? Seven? Ten? Twelve?” The bartenders are fast. I know one of … Continue reading The Fringe 2016: Chapter 7
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