Halfway into your third Hand Grenade, you stumble drunkenly out of the Tropical Isle bar. You look back disgustedly at the Bourbon Street establishment swaying behind you. Fuck this, you think. I’m not gonna stick around in this tourist trap bullshit. I’m gonna get the real New Orleans experience. You adjust the string of out-of-season Mardi Gras beads draped about your neck and set out on your way. For the next couple of hours, you wander about the Quarter, getting progressively lost as you get progressively wasted. Eventually, you are approached by a smirking man missing no less than three … Continue reading Doom and Gloom: Eyehategod- A History of Nomadic Behavior