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I had two four Lokos in the course of a few hours at Mardis Gras' 2010 in New Orleans. We met an Italian bum after buying pot from a guy selling it out of a Coffee Container, the tin can kind. He did a really great Christopher Walken impression and threatened to stab me when I asked him if he liked Aqua Teen Hunger Force. He spoke of the horrors past when Katrina hit, how he was in the second floor of his grandmothers house as the ocean consumed the low profile city streets. We went on to eat and I bought him some fries, by this time I was really 'feelin' it and began displaying my drunken ego, a narcissistic fool. Being completely drunken, we stumbled around aimlessly with this homeless Italian New Orleans resident whose name I could not pronounce so we called him 'Z'. We walked about 8 blocks to a musicians house where 'Z' played some Tom Waits on the acoustic, uncanny resemblance, as we smoked pot and watched. Well, my friends were smoking pot, I went in the guys bathroom and barfed in his tub for a few hours, closed the shower curtain, got some water, and hailed a cab out of there. Then we left. I never saw 'Z' again, and I can only imagine that whoever's house I was at was surprised to find his tub full of my innards.
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