Category Archives: Nola

March is one of my favorite times in New Orleans. The first time I visited was in March. I ran through the Garden District in the rain, marveling at the enormous mansions. I also got incredibly drunk and acted like … Continue reading →

We knew she was trouble when she moved in next door. My neighbor and I sat on the front porch, B telling me to mark her words, Bitch is trouble. Something about her, the careless, lumbering gait, the vacancy in … Continue reading →

I met a girl last night in the Marigny.  We walked along the streets and watched transvestites more beautiful than us strut across the sidewalks.  I couldn’t help but stare at one particularly lovely and dark, and as we passed … Continue reading →

Up north a trickle of trick-or-treaters wandered aimlessly along the sidewalks in search of porch-lit houses that offered candy.  Most of them seemed too old to be in costume, some of them so uninspired they wore their dime-store hockey masks … Continue reading →

Every day I walk or run around the neighborhood in various directions, up streets that I find don’t follow through, across public schools with little kids playing kickball behind chain links, all over the place until it imprints in my … Continue reading →