There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
Bug
Job du Jour R.I.P.
Life: “You know? I just don’t give a damn.” I completely understand...
Tchoupitoulas
Dave and Janine and I took a tour of the warehouse district this day, walking around...
Lies, Lies, LIES!
"Santa, Santa, Santa... It's always Santa!" -- Jan Brady, sort of. I remember...
Pale Shelter
"Umbrella" is another term for the parasol, which was first used as a protection against the...