[Dueller]

I guess the staute of limitations have run. But then I am not admitted in Louisiana nor do I have a clue about Napoleonic Code. So here goes from the beginning. May be in installments 'cause its an epic adventure.

It was a dark and stormy night.

No....wait. I digress. It all really started in 2003 when I lost my mind and began dating a crazy woman who against all sense, reason and experience I was destined to marry in 2006. I'll skip the sordid details for the sake of bandwidth. You oldtimers are all too familiar with the travails of my domestic "bliss" in my many whiny posts and threads over that 4 1/2 year union.

In August 2010, she had had enough and moved out, asking for a divorce some 3 weeks later. Irrationally distraught I did what any man would do when faced with a vindictive, greedy ex-wife to be...began to drink heavily and find myself heading down south to New Orleans to hook up with a Coca Cola bottling heiress (now down on her luck with an exhausted trust fund) for the Saints opener on a Thursday night and the Ol' Miss opener against Tulane on Saturday night. Both Games in the 'dome.

It is at this point I apparently fancied myself as Hunter S. Thompson reincarnated and on steroids.

To be continued.....