Yes it was him again– the Gelato monster and he walked on St. Peter’s street seeking fresh meat but there were no souls around that street… literally.
They say New Orleans is the place care forgot but there are those creatures of the night that are made of pure void and they feed off emotion (or coffee flavored gelato).
But tonight was a scary night and the Gelato monster places his brown hat on his head and borrows a cup of salt from his favorite witch so he can go out late and not get grounded. He goes over to Rouses and buys his favorite carton of cigarettes and pizza pie on a stick. The night is so long and his mind goes numb. His voice is numb, his fingers are numb, his actions are the actions of someone that care forgot.
It is beyond void, beyond numb and beyond hopelessness. It is beyond dream time for in his dreams he does not dream himself awake. We all get gifts and we all get second chances so maybe in some black void far far far and away
away away he will meet his match…
A biscoti perhaps?
Note from the Chief Bottle Finder: Enjoy the smooth and sultry tones of the legendary Mr. Sonny Rollins while we wander the dark streets of New Orleans in search of… some forbidden desert.
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