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NOLA’s Calling United States
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In a drunken stupor,I woke and heard Nola call my Name…A night of debauchery, raiding all the famous New Orlean bars, admiring this city’s incredible history and liqueur.Not sure who told me this, I remember vividly a saying “when drinks go down, the truth comes up”. That night was filled with old memories of all the crazy shit, me and my brother Omid went thru in college. The drunker we got, the more we were able to feel the city come alive in the night.New Orleans has been an enigma, rooted deeply in its past, always and forever unable to develop past its history. Maybe its for the better. When you walk these streets, you feel a type of way. The jazz music pouring out of spaces that served as Harems in a previous life.Jumping from one bar to another seemed to be so much easier in New Orleans. Not sure if it’s the humidity in the air, the old historical buildings that meet your field of vision, wherever you may turn.Wherever you go the soul of NOLA goes with you.As the night went on and the memories started to pass thru the veil of drunkenness, I sat there “drinking to myself … and wondered what a wonderful world”.
