I'm sitting in one of my true guilty pleasures... the Storyville Tavern at Margaritaville.
A musician I am extremely fond of, Jesse Moore is playing here and there's one table in the corner of the bar where I can steal WiFi from across the street and experience the perfect internet moment (well... except for the drunk FEMA workers screaming "SALT... SALT... SALT!"
I'm stalling for time while I wait to go to The Gold Mine for poetry night, an event you've read about before on this blog and one of the last things I did B.K.
It's weird... but it's good... to be home.
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