Unless
the weather proved prohibitive
(which, very sadly, it would sometimes do),
the
Honorable Samuel McHugh and his 
confrère,
inseparable confidant and partner 
Lou
looked forward to perambulating 
every
Sunday to Intoxication Avenue. 
The
fumes that rose up from its pavement 
glowed
a pleasant powder blue: inhaled, 
they
sent a gale of Delphic certainties through 
every
aperture of Samuel McHugh and Lou 
that
they, and only they, were whom 
we’d
want to ask about, well, everything. 
But
when the weather was prohibitive, 
and oh! – they couldn’t go, the
Honorable
Samuel
McHugh felt so dishonorably low
he
seriously contemplated suicide. And so 
did
Lou. And so, if you knew what they knew
about
Intoxication Avenue, would you.
.

 

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