Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

You’re 3 to 5 baby, only 3 to 5. Yes, that’s right my old buskin’ buddy, you’ve reached the end of Buskers’ Road. The years have rolled on by without your notice, and now the fresh morning air hits your…

Wild Jazz pulsates from the plastic dime-store radio, as the hashish smoke rolls out the kitchen window and onto the drizzle-soaked streets of the upper 9th ward. Another rainy night in New Orleans …

Some people are living in hell, but they just don’t know it. Others are all too aware of the futility in their situation. Look at me! Look at me! My life sucks! Look at me! Look at me! As I…

4:11 am… Bobby bought himself a $20.00 crack whore to help get him through the night. He didn’t want sex, he just wanted someone to hold his hand.

4:17 am… Missing Anda… Making coffee, working on the heroin book. Listening to voodoo chicken, thinking about my kids, my grandmother, my youth, my old age, my death. Making coffee, gazing out the window, I see the streetlamp glimmering off…

5:38 am… Oh, the labor! The mental and physical labor! As I gaze out across this big-grid city, looking up at these rising towers that protrude from the pavement like mountains, I’m forever awed by the amount of labor it…