“GOT OUTTA MY KITCHEN!!!”
“If the storm doesn't kill me, the government will./Gotta get that outta my head./It's a new day today and the coffee is strong, I finally got some rest./So a man's put to task and challenges./I was taught to hold my head high.”
“You somehow make it outta here and track me down, you best come with a furious rage--because I got no use for your sympathy.”
“Now I understand how Noah must have felt. Can you believe this storm? I've got puddles all over my kitchen.”
“I plan to use my hands, my mouth, and my cock to fuck that basic vanilla sex right outta you.”
“You got to get outta here, Josie. New Orleans is fine for some people, real good for a few. But not for you. Too much baggage that’ll pull you down. You got dreams and the potential to make ’em real.”