"I’m not clear on this next part, but as I remember it, I started singing Havana Gila at the top of my cigarette scarred lungs as a shield against their mystical chanting so I could push through and make for the safety of the burnt out ruins of my club."I don't know if Havana Gila was a spelling error or just how he thought Hava Nagila is spelled, but on the whole I really enjoyed reading this post.
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Oh my gosh I latched onto the same thing--go see my comment. I think it's some kind of lizard!
Or it could simply be Hava Nagila
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