As the night falls over the Big Easy, I like to go to the levee and look at the West Bank. It really gets you to think. Why is the city so pretty with its lights but the West Bank turned thiers off so we think they aren't home? Why do I have this huge repulsion whenever someone suggests we drive over the bridge? What is even in Marrero? I've heard of it, but does it really exist? The night really gets you thinking when you have to go to the bathroom and you just let it rip by those bushes near the Aquarium. Anywho, time to rezip my fly, pretend like I didn't just leave a puddle, and wave farewell to the West Bank with this week's epsiode of WRYAT and its look at late night.