Video:
Jackson Square, New Orleans
11pm, New Year's Eve 2006

Text:
New Orleans / Oxford, Ohio
December 2006 - January 2007

Text derived from fragments of improvised and transcribed video-talks conducted in the Marigny district of New Orleans, assembled into a narrative recollecting my experience with a sherrif's deputy on the interstate in northern Kentucky. My car ran out of gas late at night on the interstate, so I took to the road with a gas can. Within minutes I was picked up by the deputy, who drove me to a gas station, waited for me to fill the can, and drove me back to my car. I spilled some of the gas in the back-seat of his SUV on accident.

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Fold Groan Above Agents
Evacuated Lines
Thing Named Block Santa
Dropped a Gas Can at Holiday
Wrenched Enveloping Open
Car Soft at a Dead Exit
Broke Oozed in Throne
Lotion Sickness Per Kilometer
Then on Foot - POW
SUV Cuts a Drift Apart
Sheriff Speaks "Get'n the Back"
Once In He Floors It
"No Gas for Miles", Sheriff
Poised Cubicle Spray
SHELL - We Get There
He Opens The Door and Sings
"Zone Bladder Skinhead"
Referencing a Tonal Code's
Formwille Abbreviations
Then Signal Registers
He Knows Immediately
I Go for the Bathroom Key
He Sprays Mace Across
Round End of a Night-Stick
Triggers Down a Fetal Pop
I Twerk that Stick Thru His
Mildew Sarcophagus
Animated Flush Cupped
In Static Homeless Gas
Paid with a MasterCard
I Punch for "No Receipt"
He's Not So Into That
Tells Me "Go Get It"
I Get It - SHOW
Him the Keys.

All Shown Each Other
Peach Snuffed Crowd Allotted