Tag: French Quarter

French Quarter Dreams – 2002

We pull up to a four-way crossroads. The world turns grey. There is an off-white, dirty shingled house on the edge of the shadows. The car shutters and stops. We get out and walk inside the house to use the bathroom. 

May 9, 2002 – The French Market

The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. Spent the day with Tommy. We went to the French Market, which was thoroughly enjoyable. They sell Cajun spices, Creole foods, fresh fish, and produce daily. You can find everything there, from imported handcrafted African masks to alligator

My Chemical Sunset

The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. The Mississippi River has 7 undercurrents, each going in a different direction. So if someone fell in, they would be sucked by the currents straight to the bottom of the river. Not to mention the gators, mutated fish

May 7, 2002 – The Dragon Tattoo

The way that I met Eli was he was sitting on the side of the street in the French Quarter, and I walked by him, and I noticed he had the same tattoo as me on his arm. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed his arm. His reaction was one of the annoyance, to say the least. Until he saw that I was pointing to his arm and simultaneously thrusting my arm in his direction at the same time. We had the same tattoo.

The Flat on Dumaine

The Flat on Dumaine The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. Tommy is actually the one that found the flat for us, and it was something from my dreams. There is a one-bedroom townhouse with wood floors, a living room, bathroom, and kitchen with a

A Riddle: The Hotel Incident 

The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. The hotel that Eli and I fled to was a beautiful old-fashioned Southern bed and breakfast. The odd thing about it was there didn’t seem to be any other guests staying there outside of us. We saw nobody

Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop

The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. This was originally a storefront for the Pirate Lafitte, and it is now a gay bar and tourist attraction. 

Onward & Upward: Fight the Good Fight 

The following excerpts are from journal entries from the late 1990s-early 2000s. I spent the next few days in a psychosis, on the edge of a breakdown.  Jasin was also having his own problems. The house became more disturbed. While he was showering, something shoved him so hard, he fell.

Section 2: Part 1

The first day I started upon the new venture, a boy walked in. Six feet tall, thin as a board, blonde mohawk, Gaelic tattoos covering his neck all the way down. Intense look about him, and I had never seen anyone like him before. His name was Elijah.

April 28, 2002: CC’s of Royal

It can become almost unbearable by summer, and it seemingly converges with the most overwhelming stench, particularly right out front of the establishment. We rarely frequent this cafe of the nighttime.

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