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“This is your project this week.” Tom LaPorta, my boss at the San Francisco Art Institute informs me after my 9:00 a.m. return to work Tuesday. “You and Jimmy should be able to knock this out in a couple

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Part Two: Road Trip Note 25 Ryan Smith walks out of the Gate 10 exit ramp at New Orleans International Airport. He moves swiftly wearing black straight leg slacks, a black blazer, unbuttoned, over an

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What's up with this stuff! We're as mad as hell, and we're not going to take it anymore! These shenanigans are getting undbeerable. That's not a typo, there were people hitting the bottle pretty hard as

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Part Two: Road Trip Note #24 All my money is gone. We’re surviving off of Mawmaw’s cooking as far as food goes. We’ve got the stash of crappy champagne that has been left untouched for some years. Jenkins

Part Two: Road Trip Note #23 Me, Jenkins and Frank walk into the pharmacy next to the Winn Dixie in Harahan near Mamaw’s house. We spread out in different directions. Jenkins and I plan on doing some

Part Two: Road Trip Note #22 We go to Chancey’s about every other night that first week. We sneak a bottle of Mawmaw’s rancid champagne in regularly. We shoot pool with the D.J. playing requests for us.

Part Two: Road Trip Note #21 “Hey man...,” Jenkins comes laughing down the hallway from the back bedroom–his grandmother’s–to the front bedroom where Frank and me are hanging out. “Check these out!” He’s

Part Two: Road Trip Note #20 “Yer welcome ta stay here in my house as long as you want,” Thelma Arcenaux, sitting in her living room, taps the side of a Dixie Beer can in time with Jimmie Rodgers. “T for

Part Two: Road Trip Note #19 We head out of Muskegon on a rainy Monday September morning. Me and Jenkins take the acid as soon as we’re on the freeway. Rolling along with a classical radio station on the

Part Two: Road Trip Note #18 “Is this fat chick gonna come runnin’ outta the house and be all, ‘Oh Jack,’ and give you a big hug and shit?” Jenkins laughs as I drive. “No..., hah...! Probly not.” We pull

Part Two: Road Trip Note #17 I decide to go to my family’s former church, in part to give some friends of my parents their best, and also to see if there’s anyone I know around the place still. There’s

Part Two: Road Trip Note #16 On Barnes Road, just a stone’s throw from where I’d lived as a Michigan white trash moron only a few years earlier, we pull around the back of what formerly had been Egelston

Part Two: Road Trip Note #15 Jenkins is sitting on the couch with the guitar strumming it trying to figure out how to play. I’m also on the couch, Louise is in the easy chair that formerly had been my

Part Two: Road Trip Note #14 We’re riding around touring the countryside near Coopersville one afternoon in my Uncle Monroe’s truck. Out in front of what looks to be a dairy farm we spot a gold early 70’s

Part Two: Road Trip Note #13 Me and Jenkins stumble into Louise’s house about eleven at night after partying with Monroe and his son, my cousin Marty. My uncle had opened his liquor cabinet to us, and