Can you make out my chicken scratch here? Yes you can and, you will.

On with the show then. I just perused the 43 shots I’ve chosen for this round and went meh. Ha what an a-hole. Man I am blog rusty. I thought about trying something new with this post and writing it all out loftily as I would a journal entry which is mostly a means of a practice fantasy novel I will never make time to finish.

Crypticly, old style like, I watched you work the yard, angry I had stayed.. I missed my flight, but now there was time to sit in the last patch of sun and watch on while a record played.

Are you guys into that?

There are way too many talented people in New Orleans. It is great. Many muses. I’d say if I had a sort of people they would be my sort of people. I will refrain from talking anything but like a novel from here on out.

Walking in a sloppy daydream along an Oliver Twistish street to brunch on a sunny humid Saturday afternoon after a devilishly late night – into a place where they’re singing right to your table and you can’t even taste the booze in your drink.

It’s hard to write in this vein when the story doesn’t correspond to the image because my mind is trying to go to what I was actually thinking and feeling at the time of this photo, but I can’t tell you that shit now can I. One because I can’t remember and two because it’s not important and three shhhh.

No more writing restraints I’m going to say what I want about what I want, how I want. Which is pretty much exactly how I live day to day life anyway. Well I’m not that bad (except for everyone who knows me is nodding their heads). Hey I will have you know that I am well liked! Yelling makes it so!

Random fragments seep back in both surreal and painted in longing for that short intense moment gone before absorbed.

Everything reminds you of a better something else.

Sitting on pins, on rocketships.

It’s a place to get lost in.

And many friends along the way.

AIRPORT SEGUE!

Go to Yuki if you want the funnest sushi-sake bar/music experience ever, you won’t be at all upset! I went twice. The second time was as a bunny.

When you go out feeling delicate and have that is tonight really going to happen feeling. It’s a mixture of self-alarm tinged with a make it happen pep talk to self.

Luckily these places dot the journey along the way. I was looking for sandals because the zipper of one of mine kept popping open but I was able to take it off by side straps and re-zip at will, no hassle.

Tuckered now. Guessin’ this is going to be a three-parter.

Have a wonderful night.

xo Raymbo.