Ignatius Rides Again

Here is my brother on Chartres Street in the heart of New Orleans where we have both left our hearts many a time. Personally, I think he looks just like Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips as the young thang at the Chateau Marmont will agree. Tony is trekking across the US, heading towards LA and is currently in that cesspool of a state called Texas in a "flea-est of the flea bags" kicking back and getting ready for another day of driving.

Tony reports that N'Awlins has a long way to go, but predicts that it will come back and that we will one day play "Confederacy of Dunces" trivia in the Quarter for shots of tequila with random strangers and the bartender. He also reports that his ego was stroked by three pretty girls giving him the eye on the road this evening.

Do You Realize/that everyone you know someday will die/And instead of saying all of your goodbyes/let them know/You realize that life goes fast/It's hard to make the good things last/You realize the sun doesn't go down/It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.

More tales from the road as they occur.