Under Sea Level

New Orleans wasn’t real. Below sea level air makes it so you are never have to drink or sleep. We walked around getting rain-drenched and spent two nights at gallery/residency Press Street.


The first night I made pizza and salad for all the attendees using the two-top electric stove at the residency. The woman at the grocery store gave me free zucchini after accidentally ringing it up at $200. After the event second night we drank rum-based tourist-beverages and walked around.


Before leaving LA we drank coffee on a big porch in the rain, eating pastries, and talking about greasle with the gallery owner as he rocked his infant child back and forth.


From Mississippi to Alabama we were back underwater.


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