Where Did All The Escargot?

"They had to leave, Los Angeles." Oh it hurts. Fuck. Look who rules now, an Iggy clone with his parasitic canine friend. I spray painted his face once but you couldn't tell, even then. No matter, all is forgiven, or is it? We are traitors, we forsook our city for tea and crumpets. Damn it, we're sorry.
Like all war criminals we want to come home. Yes home. Oh LA, how could we have abandoned ye in your time of greatest need? The shame. Please help us make amends... send the boys home for Memorial Day. A eulogy of sorts, a wheel of meat with kegs in the parking lot, inside, ghosts from the past telling it like it was. The Blue Parade. Help us, won't you?