Black eyes and broadway shows

Whenever I go to New Orleans, somebody invariably says, “Be careful.” A lot of people think it’s a dangerous place. I think they may have put a curse on me. It certainly was dangerous for me, but not for the reason you may be thinking. Nobody drove into the crowd I was with while I was cavorting on Bourbon Street or shot at us with a fatal pistol. Nope, I just stepped up on a curb and missed, falling flat on my face, busting my temple and spraining my wrist when I attempted to break my fall. Nothing glamorous ever...

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