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Ruh-roh! Picture this—I’m sniffin round, tail waggin, tryna scope it out. “The river flows beneath us,” I mutter, quotin Malick, feelin deep n shit. But then—BAM!—some sketchy dude’s like, “Yo, you lookin?” Pissed me off, man! I ain’t no shady pup! Scooby-Doo don’t roll like that, ya dig?

We’re Sorry!

Lot Lizard: Prostitutes that frequent truck stops. I'm always concerned they mistake me for a lot lizard. Like I try to not even make eye contact when I'm out.

I might be rambling – sorry if it sounds messy, but that's just how I roll. It’s like every corner, street, and bench here holds a scene. Even when I get mad at the never-ending construction on Essex (ugh, so annoying, seriously, why build a road in a maze?!), I still fall in love with its quirky spirit.

Fighting Fires with the Thibodaux Volunteer Fire Department: A story about Lynn’s Interiors in Thibodaux