Today, Sunday, February 19, 2012, a crowd gathers a block south of my residence at the Home For Wayward Veterans in Shreveport.
Tags: Mardi Gras, homeless veterans, crowd, sightseers, Home For Wayward Veterans
From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
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Sunday, February 19, 2012
A Crowd Gathers Near The Home For Wayward Veterans
Today, Sunday, February 19, 2012, a crowd gathers a block south of my residence at the Home For Wayward Veterans in Shreveport.
Tags: Mardi Gras, homeless veterans, crowd, sightseers, Home For Wayward Veterans
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