Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans? The Space Heater Do. Houses still ungrounded. No place to call home. They say there ain't no place to lay your heart when your heart's not in it. Send the Space Heater to New Orleans where it can unearth Storyville and other lost civilizations. Anyone whoever knows the map of the world knows that all roads lead to New Orleans. The Space Heater wants to unleash the peppercorns that make the ambulance run. Please Mr. Strange. Do you have it within you to walk the dog all the way down the Mississippi. Can you blaspheme as good as the last doctor who did no good; the last doctor whose prescription was to do nothing but watch the last breath being breathalyzed, the vespers being kryptonized and the antlers being hung above mantles in mansions off St. Charles.

I don't know how I got into this, but here I am, swimmin' in it. I mean sinking in it I guess. Don't know which way is up, which way is down. The best way into town. Somebody hep me! Dammm.