The day was long but far from empty. The first three to four hours were spent doing little more than waking up, pleasantly on a fire escape over-looking the french quarter. There were ample cigarettes and a few cups of painfully strong coffee. A girl from New York rented the apartment. She looked good in the morning. She never wore makeup. Her neighbor walked in without knocking. Her neighbor was in her underwear. It was a lazy morning.

Her neighbor went back to bed. My friend got her stuff together. I brushed my teeth with her toothbrush. We went to Petunia

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