Walking through Paris, dead of January and shooting down those little airplane bottles of Chivas, you remember?
We were talking about Guy Clark, I remember that much. Talking about Lordsburg, New Mexico, while these clean and tidy little Parisian guys pedaled their way around the Place de Vosges, ringing their bicycle bells in annoyance as they passed us by.
The two of us staggering around like a couple of Thunderbird winos singing along out of "Old Number One".
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