I remember sitting here in front of the Carribbean Sea thinking that I don’t vacation often enough. Capitalism is a sickness.
“Get lost in the moss.”
New Orleans is so lucky to have this natural sanctuary in which to commune with our lovely earth.
I took this one right after I bought my massage table. It must of been around Mardi Gras.
I was conceived somewhere close to Royal Street. I believe it was in an apartment above a bar. Something about that story just makes me giggle.
Mardi Gras is the one day of the year you can be whatever you want to be and nobody cares. New Orleans is an old whore. I’m not the first one to say it. She’ll treat you good and give you what you want as long as you respect the magnitude of your good fortune. Don’t misbehave then go home telling tales about how naughty it is down here.