July 2010
43 posts
Fear and Loathing in New Orleans, Part II
Memories are unreliable, at best.
For the following, I must turn to my faithful notebook. Battered and beaten, in some parts burned and stained with what might be blood but turned out to be, upon the most scientific and delicate of taste tests, simply grenadine. It is all I have to recall the strange and twisted adventures that befell me, a simple writer/adventurer, in the darkest depths of a...
Fear and Loathing in New Orleans, Part I
Please hold: channeling the Master:
I awoke on a a dirty mattress in a New Orleans hotel room with a werewolf gently licking my balls.
Wait.
I think that’s what happened. Oh dear lord, so much alcohol. I knew this would occur, of course, going into the experiment. The intention, well meant, was that I would drink in 41 different places, one for each year of my surprising life. Truly, I...
Please Stand By
Well, I’m back in Memphis again, and I have at least three articles to write about the specifics of the trip and more pictures to upload. Must get my brain back to functionality, as I’m still suffering train-lag or some damn thing plus having major difficultly concentrating and not likely to get any real time to myself between the demands of jobs and various people until the weekend....
Sunrise Over New Orleans
light slowly creeps
down dark streets
as the sun zips its pants
in a dirty eastern alley
and hitches up a belt buckle blinding
to shine upon
whores and drunks and third shift workers
as they slowly
softly
stumble stagger home
light gently chasing them along
http://m.youtube.com/watch?gl=CA&client=mv-google&x... →
Just overheard in a bar and also awesome.
T-6 hours.
So, here we are at the ripe age of 41. Most unexpected. I really never had a plan for this, anything past 40 seemed weird and impossible. Gen X wasn’t really supposed to grow up, we were all gonna live in a post-apocalyptic wasteland or get superpowers or go hang with aliens or something. Being an adult just seems so mundane. I’m a little lost here in the future.
So I’m gonna...
T-2 days.
Well the weather in New Orleans is balmy and comfortable, with a full moon on Monday and the possible hint of a tropical storm coming in just to keep things interesting. My laptop is once again a lean and powerful tool of justice, with working hinges and fully updated software and enough porn to choke a donkey.
Hey the train ride is almost 9 hours, what do you expect me to do with all that time?
...
T-3 days.
Closer and closer draws the Quest. I will be revealing in detail the particulars of such a thing in a couple of days, it should be entertaining, provided I survive. This blog is updating to the facebook page in what is hopefully the beginning of a cross-promotional joint that will have me checking the metrics to see how much traffic I can draw. All part of the long-term plan for crazy internet...
T-5 days.
I’m admittedly a little anxious and impatient for things to get started. I look forward to the adventure but even moreso to that magical moment of freedom. The point of no return where you are well and truly underway, where all your worries and stresses and doubts just slide off your shoulders and you have nothing to think about other than the open road and new experiences. It is in that...
I write like Chuck Palahniuk →
Or maybe it is Chuck Palahniuk who writes like me…
T-10 Days and Counting
This last week has been the longest damn thing ever and it’s still not over. Just 10 more days though, I keep telling myself that. At time it seems I can almost smell New Orleans on the air…
Miller High Life Gets a New Look →
The ladies love a Miller man. Now I know what I’m drinking next weekend:
The Drunken Justice League of Reno →
Well now I have to go to Reno and drink with these people one day. My kind of superheroes right there.
Not Sure If Want... →
Salmon flavored vodka? I, uh, I don’t… um, maybe. I would have to try it, against all possible warnings.
