Tag Archives: new orleans

a rainy morning. a sunny afternoon. the death that brings life that brings freedom. that liberates the soul from mundane thoughts of machinery and drugs and threats. taken two and one-half months ago on land that is now known as ...

lots of beer makes me want to write poetry. the cocaine of politics of beer drinking revolutions in corporate boardrooms bored bar stools supporting dreams held hostage for greed if i could only afford the heroin of television teaching speaking ...

took a look around my city today. don’t take these photographs as a representation of new orleans as a whole, but instead see them as what has not been done and how much tourists do not see. the french quarter ...

i’ve been to oak ridge, knoxville, nashville, memphis, little rock, dallas, austin, houston, beaumont, baton rouge, new orleans, biloxi, mobile, jackson, meridian, birmingham, montgomery, pensacola, tallahassee, tampa, daytona, jacksonville, savannah, charleston, charlotte, asheville, atlanta, cincinatti, and mansfield/lexington. yes, that’s a ...

found this bike rolling down magazine street yesterday. looks like a mid-70’s honda cb750 made into a bobber with cafe racer styling that seems to get a lot of work on new orleans streets. some b**ch had left a fresh ...

this is my life on the road. the bikerMetric Pimp & Ho Tour! we’re kicking back under palm trees smoking tobacco, drinking beer and writing **** for you jerkoff motherf***ers. spiderhouse | austin thank you for being here. the bikerMetric Pimp ...

it’s that time again. time when it’s all a bit much and i need a break. time where i don’t turn on my email, don’t answer the phone, and merely screw off. i have to. bM is more than simply ...

I love you, boy. I am so sorry I couldn’t be with you in your last moments. I am glad your Momma was and that she held you as you passed. Turbodog is gonna miss you, buddy. So will we. ...

for Bobby Long…. I have an appointment with a judge tomorrow morning. If you guys don’t see me around, it’s bad news. Having your fiancee’s ex-husband living in your house sucks. Don’t mix a volatile situation with alcohol. Just in ...

When we last saw Trent and his family, their roof was being blown off during Katrina and their ceiling was collapsing…. As you can imagine, the hours between three and six in the morning were harrowing. I was resigned to ...