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So there I was last night, standing on the raodside with a neck full of beads. "Hey," I said to the people i was with, "I'm gonna go find a store and get some beer so i can get fucked up at this." So off i went down the parade route lookin for a store.

I see one ahead. I get to the sidewalk and theres a fucking barrier. I look around, cops everywhere. Fuckin pigs don't want me to have a good time.

I start walking up the street tryin to find the end of this fucking fence thing to keep me from getting squished in the road. I dont see one. It's raining. Fuck it I say, I'll drink later. As I hit the corner where I first spotted the fence I see the end of the parade.

Fuck me.

I don't know how to get back to where i was. So i wander around these back streets of north Biloxi. (i think it's north but I'm not possitive). I go round this 3 block radius about 6 to 8 times. I wander out of the way a bit and back. I recognize some things but not much. Pigs are no help out there. Fuckers.

I wander. I find some train tracks and walk along them. It's like 7:30 and dark out. I end up in the ghetto area of biloxi. There were tons of people drinking, yellin, a guy fighting with this girl callin her a fucking bitch.

And me. A white kid. Combat boots, hoodie, and vest. With 7lbs of mardi gras beads. Around my neck. I was afraid.

I walked about 6 miles to a hotel and called the people i was with and had them come pick me up. They got lost tryin to find the car and made me stand outside in the rain for about 2 hours.

Lesson learned? Get beer before you go to the parade.