Tinker
When
I was a young child I walked out onto my front porch on Alamonaster ave N'Awlins.
It was Mardi Gras morning 1950. My Mother was a true parade goer and my Father
was not. My Dad told me that Mardi Gras was a nuisance but if he did not let my
Mother drag him to all the Parades she would just be too hard to live with.
As
I looked to see what was so different about Mardi Gras than other days in New
Orleans, from my front porch. This slim guy walked by me in his long underwear.
I thought will that is different, but when he passed me by I could see that the
guy smeared mustard all around his bottom, that made it look like he poop on
himself. So I ran back inside all exited telling my parents this guy with long
underwear looks like he pooped on himself for Mardi Gras.
I'm not doing that, I'm with dad
Mardi Gras is crazy!
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