Coming back to New Orleans is like walking the graveyard of all the women I used to be. Who I was when I was young and dumb and deliriously in love. When I was chasing my food with laxatives. When I was broke and struggling at a dead end job. Before the dark years. Before … Continue reading The Mausoleum
Category: The Great Houdini
Then and Now
New Orleans is not the kind of city you can visit without falling in love with it. It’s the type of city where beauty and ruination can exist side by side and somehow perfectly color the entire portrait of what the city is. Whenever I go, I am always struck by the architecture, the warmness … Continue reading Then and Now
To Forgive but Not Forget
I've always had a great capacity for forgiving, mostly because I realized very early on that holding grudges really only created self inflicted pain, and the only thing I hate worse than other people hurting me is me hurting myself. I have always fancied myself to be the kind of person that could see a … Continue reading To Forgive but Not Forget
Resentment
I've always felt that resentment and mistrust were fairly related. More often than not, one is not present at the absence of another. More than resentment, I've always dealt with mistrust. I could, if I wasn't feeling lazy, chronicle the issues stemming from my childhood that have caused me to be so distrustful of people, … Continue reading Resentment
Rehab
I think I'm progressing nicely through all the phases of grieving; we've done denial, anger, bargaining, and now we're right in the middle of sadness. And by sadness of course, I mean anger. Again. Consider this "Anger: the Remix" with a brand new chorus of "oh, FUCK this shit." I'll try to navigate this as … Continue reading Rehab
HEAL NIGGA!!!!
No bullshit, this is what Wise said to me at about 1am this morning. After I picked myself up off the floor from laughing, it made me realize I should explain some stuff. Everyone keeps waiting for me to fall apart. Everyone keeps pushing me to talk, to cry, to write, to go out on … Continue reading HEAL NIGGA!!!!
Sunday Kinda Love
The world is sharper now. Less fuzzy around the edges. Unlike the last couple days, I am clear. Well, clearer. My first thought waking up was, "I haven't sung in a really long time." That's unlike me. I get up slowly, like my limbs are made of lead. Partially because I feel so heavy. Partially … Continue reading Sunday Kinda Love
One is the Magic Number
My skin feels hot. My face is flushed, vision blurry. My mouth is dry, like someone scraped the skin off my tongue with sandpaper. I'm trembling and rocking back and forth. I'm so damn angry. In my head I'm walking mental circles, building it up, breaking it down, deciphering, decoding, deliberating. Except I can't THINK … Continue reading One is the Magic Number
New Orleans Recap
There is no way that my weekend could have possibly gone any better than it did. NO WAY POSSIBLE. It went so well that I'm rendered almost speechless. Thursday PM Immediately after posting about what a nervous, excited wreck I was, I go jump in my truck. I'm not really stressing about leaving so late … Continue reading New Orleans Recap
Butterflies
It's 8:51 and I'm pacing my floor. Psuedo is on his way to town. Actually, he's probably already IN town. And I'm all little bit anxious, you know? Okay that's bullshit. I'm nervous like a hooker taking an AIDS test. Seriously. Like my hands are trembling. Sure, since I left DC me and Psuedo (who … Continue reading Butterflies
Liquor, Loans & Love 