Tulane Ave. Back in August 2005, I was damn happy with my life. Except one piece (NC vs FL). I got into my old Toyota Celica a few days before Katrina was to hit New Orleans, stupidly thinking how great... Continue Reading →
Ugh. I miss New Orleans. These are from my last Mardi Gras, 2010. Don't feel the need to keep 'em.
A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.
A pair of CD-RWs, circa 2005. That was a strange year. So full of both the feeling of it all coming together and loneliness. I spent a lot of time alone. I went to Vegas. I almost went to New... Continue Reading →
A framed picture of old New Orleans that an ex-girlfriend gave me. No attachment. No real memory. Just love that town. Miss that town. Bye.
Here is a bearded oyster from Muses. Been carrying it around since the day I found it. It's dusty. That made me chuckle. Sophomoric humor. Some may say it's bad if ne to chuck it, not schuck. Bye.
This suitcase doesn't have much to tell. Bought it to go to England and Ireland back in 2011. My buddy Josh made it possible, otherwise I never would've gone. It sat for a while after that, full of old clothes.... Continue Reading →
I tend to hold on to magazines. Read, unread, half read, never gonna get read. This pile will be tossed today. It's especially hard because these are mostly New Orleans mags. I never want to stop learning about the place... Continue Reading →
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