Louisiana

Strange times in a strange land 2305 4th st, our little shack of a home, is starting get to us. The problem is basically that the windows don't open and it's stuffy. Nobody's windows open in this state, it's too goddamn hot and all manner of critters would crawl in and out, like our cats, who would love to roam, other cats, dogs, children, crackheads,bugs large and small, etc. The hood itself is actually pretty, green and lush in a way that you never find in California, but the folks here are really poor with little hope of escape.


Drugs are the only source of income and entertainment for the kids, but the buyers are their neighbors and parents and the whole place turns into a zoo when people come home from their 7 dollar/hour jobs. Like most slums, the kids with more than three brain cells firing have long gone, leaving behind the truly dumb and hopeless. Very much like the Italian neighborhood I grew up in and the Tenderloin where I passed out needles.


Lafayette, where we drive to every day to go to this fabulous gym with four pools,six various workout rooms, tennis courts, etc, and to hang out in a totally airconditioned environment is a white world dreamland.Malls as far as the eye can see. The fucking place is horrifying. It makes you long for a crowded jail cell in Mexico City. It's everything I hope to get away from FOREVER. Lord how we suffer.