New Orleans is already messed up and everybody's already gone, ... It would be better ... instead of creating more havoc around the world.

She was scared. I pictured the police knocking, and here I was with a girl I'd been fucking the morning my wife went missing. I'd sought her out that day--I had never gone to her apartment since that first night, but I went right there that morning, because I'd spent hours with my heart pounding behind my ears, trying to get myself to say the words to Amy:

I want a divorce. I am in love with someone else. We have to end. I can't pretend to love you, I can't do the anniversary thing--it would actually be more wring than cheating on you in the first place (I know: debatable.)

But while I was gathering the guts, Amy had preempted me with her speech about still loving me (lying bitch!), and I lost my nerve. I felt like the ultimate cheat and coward, and--the catch-22---I craved Andie to make me feel better,

But Andie was no longer the antidote to my nerves. Quite the opposite.
The girl was wrapping herself around me even now, oblivious as a weed.

The most interesting place I've gone on location was New Orleans.

We're just balanced, I think, all the way through. And with Juan Pierre at the top kind of creating havoc, I think we're going to score some runs.

New Orleans was a musician's paradise. But if we all leave, that music scene could be gone.

instead of tearing up some other place.