[Not that he doesn't wonder, but he's excited by the surprise of it. Every mile of road has that possibility of becoming something new, something he's never seen. Now, that's true of road trips in general, and he finds himself wishing he'd done more of them, but never before would they have been like this.
With the cigarette smoked down to the nub, he snuffs it out against a root protruding from the tree, making sure it's good and dead before tossing it aside. Look, fire is cool, but not where you're hoping to get some sleep.]
What do you know about New Orleans? 'Cause all I've ever heard is it's a hell of a party, all the time. Lotsa music. Blues an' jazz, I guess.
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[Not that he doesn't wonder, but he's excited by the surprise of it. Every mile of road has that possibility of becoming something new, something he's never seen. Now, that's true of road trips in general, and he finds himself wishing he'd done more of them, but never before would they have been like this.
With the cigarette smoked down to the nub, he snuffs it out against a root protruding from the tree, making sure it's good and dead before tossing it aside. Look, fire is cool, but not where you're hoping to get some sleep.]
What do you know about New Orleans? 'Cause all I've ever heard is it's a hell of a party, all the time. Lotsa music. Blues an' jazz, I guess.