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It's 11:30 PM in New Orleans. My asshole is raw. My stomach is empty. And I want to die ASAP. Let's give this some background. I am no Swaye, but I will attempt to articulate as best as possible. I flew to Florida to purchase my grandmother's car and visit cousins. On the last day of the Florida visit, before my dad and I…
