Havana Gila

I saw this in a post I was reading and had to laugh.

“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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