strange memories surfacing, bubbling up from the haze of blackout days in new orleans three years ago:
the date written in huge lopsided letters on a concrete wall, where was it?
I'm inside with an ugly woman and a big dog.
I've got a gun.
a few days later:
the dog is dead and the woman is gone.
I can't remember all of the words, but I think he ate that
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