Me. Standing in 2 feet of mud and water and horse shit. Sweating and wet from a tropical storm. Beer in left hand. Something called 'stuffed bread' in the other. Shirt covered in various bits of deceased crawfish. Pumping my fist in the air to ZZ Top, of all people. Surrounded by a thousand other mud children and a half dozen new nameless friends. Scent of pot and cigars and manure in the air. Hot Hot Sun. Cool Cool Tunes.
Thats Jazzfest Day One.
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