Thursday, 22 September 2005

quintron in new orleans

I should have blogged this when neil pointed me here last week...

quintron in new orleans: "Me and Miss P snuck in last week using a clean white van, fatigues, and a fake military pass. The city smells like burning hair and rotton meat. Packs of collared Pit Bulls are roaming around everywhere and there are zero people except for National Guard and emergency clean up crews."

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