I didn't like New Orleans, but I loved the swamp tour! Our tour guide was like some dude off the Jaws boat. He was obsessed with gators, he seemed half-loaded, his face was a smiley map of lines, and he was always half-sideways, crazily grinning, like he was about to throw some tourist into the water at any moment, and I knew that he wanted a cigar or cigarette or joint every second. I was for sure staying on his good side, but big-eyed and intrigued, I was drinking in his words with a passion. The gators gathered around his boat and listened to him as if he were their king.
Whoa, yeah,
Whoa, yeah,
C.A. MacConnell
