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I used to work with a guy who called everyone a gone pecan and this afternoon when I went out to take a walk and shed some of this overdrive happening in my brain, I saw my neighbors in the empty lot picking up all the dropped pecans. I remember my grandmother had a pecan tree where we used to gather pecans too. Then I walked by my other neighbors’ house and they were speaking to a woman on their porch – after they introduced their relative to me, one of them made the crazy sign behind her back and I nodded then exited stage left.

Then my neighbor sent me a text wherein he was ranting about something which made him sound like a lunatic and I recited that song, “They’re coming to take you away, hey hey, ha ha, ho ho,” and he wrote back and said, “Hopefully to the land where the Saints never lose.” And it was right at that moment I found out Drew Brees was having a hard day too. Not only hard but weird as he and his wife finally come up with a name for their new son and it just happens to be the guy’s last name that he throws his interception to – how odd.

I came across another neighbor making her way around the bayou and she said she had made a pact with her dead husband that if he would keep the hurricane away that she could allow the Saints to lose this game. She now feels completely and utterly responsible for the Saints losing.

While she was lamenting, another neighbor came out and said, “The court jester was about to be executed and had his head on the chopping block and his executioner said, “Between us, I thought you did a great impersonation of the king.”

Before I took two steps further I ran into a neighbor I haven’t seen and he said he had ruptured his Achilles’ heel and had surgery when his now (again) pregnant wife came out and wanted to know what was the best way to say Fuck You to a Falcon fan who had somehow gotten her ire up when part of a larger email string the question of the Saints losing today got down to who was the better team – The Saints or The Falcons? I said just write back you are eight months pregnant and dangerous.

Another neighbor flagged me down and showed me a New Yorker cartoon as I tried to get home which had a naked guy sitting in a tree with a jar of peaches beside him and the caption said, “If you’d told me a year ago that I would be sitting naked in a tree talking to a jar of peaches, I’d have said you’re crazy.”

And this basically is a good note to end on.

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