Walking down the street, never mind that. Instead, it started out me driving down Freret. Parking, locking the car, getting out. Then I head inside the house, and throw my keys down, take a sip of some whiskey and coke, and announce, "My keys are staying here tonight!".
Down we ride to St. Claude, Saturn Bar, Dragons Den, Saturn Bar, Corner-store....
Ride back home.....Clouds, weird smells, scrapes and cuts. Cuts and scrapes, and keys, lots of keys.
Hieroglyphics and strange symbols etched into my dented Sonata. Who done it? I don't know, but they aren't great at drawing.
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