Stranded down on Highway 61!

We are taking are exploits north. The Mad Russian and I have decided the only way to do anything in this hellashist town is being knee deep in inebriation and denial. Which will only work for so long before the body gives out. No such luck in relying on spirit either . As that has to be squashed, just to thunder your way through the inbred language that the Creoles, & other Louisiana's have created. New Orleans is the right place for the right person. That however is not me. Or this Madman  I am traveling with. So on to the next assignment. After a brief stay at the sanctuary of home.