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Apple Talk / Re: The NOLA Chronicles
« on: July 21, 2023, 05:59:15 pm »
HOMECOMING
At the time of this writing, it has been nearly 3 years since I set my feet on the streets of New Orleans. It probably happened immediately, but it took me about 3 days to realize that I was fanatically, irrationally in love with The City. It's the kind of unquestionable, and even combative, love that you might see out of a 3rd grader, and it's at this time every bit as strong as ever. It's not abstract or passive. I work. I wage war of a sort for this love. I love and will go TO THE WALL because I came home when I came here.
The first day in St. Roch was a blessed and guided one, for sure. Eris had my back harder than I ever could have conceived, much less expected. I had packed a backpack and rolling luggage for urban survival, but I found housing that first day in St. Roch by the hand of Eris and the graces of Lady Nola. Quite by seeming chance, I was led to a particular street corner when, on whimsy, I followed a tiny lizard that was on the sidewalk. I was quite unused to such a sight, and it seemed to be trying to get my attention, oddly but truly.
A few minutes of this led me to a corner by a park where I was approached by a young man that clearly saw an opportunity. I was weary, back then the remaining flourotoxins and vascular damage had me always weary. I decided to see if this guy was a fool ass mark willing to show a stranger several times his size where he lived after mentioning having "acid" for sale. I offered to smoke a bit of weed, and indeed he proved a fool. This was not to say I intended harm, but I noted it. The shotgun house he brought me to to meet his "landlord" was a trash heap, but it beat the alternative by a long shot indeed. The kid didn't actually wind up staying in the picture long, but it turned out my landlord was none other than Verthaine, Polyfather of New Orleans and all around swell guy.
Hail Eris!
I have landed!
In safe harbor!
Not stranded!
We struck a rental agreement that would endure over 2 years of both triumph and hardship alike. Although, at the time of this writing, both Verthaine and I struggle to find housing in the high summer. This because of low treachery indeed.
More on that later.
It must be said
Though unhoused
Neither of us is ever
Homeless
Lady Nola
keeps well
her own
Hail Eris
She brought
me home
At the time of this writing, it has been nearly 3 years since I set my feet on the streets of New Orleans. It probably happened immediately, but it took me about 3 days to realize that I was fanatically, irrationally in love with The City. It's the kind of unquestionable, and even combative, love that you might see out of a 3rd grader, and it's at this time every bit as strong as ever. It's not abstract or passive. I work. I wage war of a sort for this love. I love and will go TO THE WALL because I came home when I came here.
The first day in St. Roch was a blessed and guided one, for sure. Eris had my back harder than I ever could have conceived, much less expected. I had packed a backpack and rolling luggage for urban survival, but I found housing that first day in St. Roch by the hand of Eris and the graces of Lady Nola. Quite by seeming chance, I was led to a particular street corner when, on whimsy, I followed a tiny lizard that was on the sidewalk. I was quite unused to such a sight, and it seemed to be trying to get my attention, oddly but truly.
A few minutes of this led me to a corner by a park where I was approached by a young man that clearly saw an opportunity. I was weary, back then the remaining flourotoxins and vascular damage had me always weary. I decided to see if this guy was a fool ass mark willing to show a stranger several times his size where he lived after mentioning having "acid" for sale. I offered to smoke a bit of weed, and indeed he proved a fool. This was not to say I intended harm, but I noted it. The shotgun house he brought me to to meet his "landlord" was a trash heap, but it beat the alternative by a long shot indeed. The kid didn't actually wind up staying in the picture long, but it turned out my landlord was none other than Verthaine, Polyfather of New Orleans and all around swell guy.
Hail Eris!
I have landed!
In safe harbor!
Not stranded!
We struck a rental agreement that would endure over 2 years of both triumph and hardship alike. Although, at the time of this writing, both Verthaine and I struggle to find housing in the high summer. This because of low treachery indeed.
More on that later.
It must be said
Though unhoused
Neither of us is ever
Homeless
Lady Nola
keeps well
her own
Hail Eris
She brought
me home
