A DISTURBING INSIGHT INTO THE BEST BAD THING I EVER DID, BUT WILL DO AGAIN WRITTEN, IN SPIRIT, BY CHARLIE KITCAT
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KAUPANGER, USA
Welcome to America’s mecca for the joyously nefarious. Welcome to Louisiana’s remarkable city of shameless excess. Welcome to the madhouse that clumsily fuses old Europe and the modern South. Welcome to Mardi fucking Gras. For nearly a week in New Orleans, I was one of 1.2 million festival-goers swelling the city to three-and-a-half times its regular size. Like tiny pebbles we float with the tide, back and forth, before being spat out with the rest of NOLA’s expendable trash in the ocean of green, purple and gold. Join your fellow screaming imbeciles staggering down Bourbon Street. Join the swathes of colorful floats cruising down St. Charles Avenue. Join their idolatrous groupies, intent on exposedtorso-for-plastic-bead exchanges, however ethically questionable.
