light yellow.
So sweaty in the mardi gras heat. Stumbling to steel drums and tropical curly mullet swinging jive from my skull smiling tight, shades abright, feeling alright. Waves of loud color sliding past me as i narrowly dodged cars and other things in my perfected stumble dodge. Puddles of smash fruit hats next to passed out couples glossy with the layer of the past glued the hair to their foreheads and mouths wide open where people passing by tossed in spare change. I collected those flies buzzing around them and made millions. I had a carpetbag and shoddy tophat in which i kept my dastardly goods. By god i was going to high kick down the road in curly mustache insanity.
