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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