Sorry. Got to do it.
I was lucky enough to have visited New Orleans before it sank. And I’m glad. I wanted to move to New Orleans after I visited, and I’ve always wanted to move there since, but never let myself.
New Orleans was a city forever on the edge of it’s own destruction. Many of it’s people seemed to live with a frantic air about them, as if they knew that any day a Katrina could swoop in a wipe it all away.
It was the masochist of cities.
Drinking itself to death every night, only to wake bleary eyed the next afternoon the hangover preventing it from dealing with the heat, so it would wait for the night once again.
It was the wonton hedonist of cities.
breasts flashing everywhere, public lewdness was good fun. It was living the fantasies that most can only dream about.
It was the freak of cities.
Sporting the wildest of fashions & hairstyles, every day was a new look for it, & every look it pulled off.
It was the musician of cities.
With a passion for music that only can come from a true love of music.
It was the chef of cities.
Mixing their spices with the flair that only a true artist can do.
It was the street performer.
It was the entertainer.
It was the friend who lived every second of their life to the fullest.
The one you are better off financially than yet you secretly envy their spirit & wish you could be that care free.
I’ll miss the old New Orleans, but hope it’ll be reborn just as vibrant & full of life.
-De
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