I'm sitting in the common area of 'Jo & Flo's candlelit hostel', a run down hostel in a poor part of New Orleans. There are only 3 people staying in the hostel - myself, my roommate Bryan and an Irish guy who's in another room. Now it just so happens that Bryan is crazy. And I don't just mean 'a bit wacky'. He spends all day scribbling words (what looks like Arabic) on sheets of paper, and swings from being perfectly normal one moment to babbling incoherently, non-stop, about absolutely nothing the next moment. Adding to this interesting situation, the hostel is a dive, and the electricity's temperamental. Nice. Anyway, it's cool to be in New Orleans - home of Jazz, blues, drinking, and poverty. I arrived here with J, a German guy I met in
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