i rented a car and drove down to SouthCentral Louisiana. We stopped at a drive-thru Daiquiri shop for pina coladas (mine without the shot because, driving, but still I love the fact that these drive-thrus exist). So many bridges. It feels like half that part of the region is up on stilts. Long stretches of the highway up on pilings over the marsh. Herons and egrets. We wandered through a downtown square, stopped for the best gumbo I've ever had, listened to some zydeco, watched the sun set over cane fields. On the way home on the highway, a man suddenly appeared out of the mist next to the median with his arm out. It was nearly midnight and moonless. I didn't see him until I passed him at 80mph, about half a foot from his arm and it was just pure chance that I didn't hit him.

3:21 p.m. - 2016-06-07