outside cafe brazil...
later. wandering the streets at night. outside cafe brazil a lone
drummer begins. and the locals. with their handmade drums. a rhythm in
their hearts. listen. and slowly they all come out in their costumes.
extravagant costumes. two drummers. three drummers. soon there are ten
fifteen drummers. more. crowd of people dancing about. all over the
streets. the cars can no longer pass. and the locals dont care. and
the one who started no longer there. someone else banging on the drum.
i knew. i saw though. crash worship left their mark. midnight. as
mardi gras ended.
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