mystick krewe of kosmic debris
later in the day. meeting crazy horse. going to the houses of the
locals. as they prepare their celebration. everyone decked in all
manner of costume. expensive costume. as sage and juniper burn.
clearing the air. we leave. cafe brazil. istanbul. as the krewe of
cosmic debris readies to march. crazy horse gives me the frog to
carry. voodoo blesses me with his silver paint. then the music. the
drums. as we begin the march. noon. through the streets of the french
quarter. this is no tourist parade. this is the real thing. marching.
more like dancing.
we stop every so often at a bar. so people can get drink. cool them
down. loosen them up. marching holding the frog. frog is god. frog is
love. i am a frog person here. i am a local here. jackson square. then
beyond. we stop. private party. i tell crazy horse ill be back in a
half hour. i never make it back.
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