Things are going well. Up until today it has been sunny and very warm. Very refreshing following a winter in Boston.
Went downtown for the first time, today. I am living at Camp Hope 3 in Aribi, LA which is four miles from the French Quarter. Riding the bus and just walking around the neighborhood of Saint Bernard’s Parish, it is jarring to see the “X” on the buildings that were hit during Katrina. The number at the bottom of the x describes how many people were found dead in the house–luckily I have seen nothing but zeroes so far.
Met some hobo drifters, some of whom described themselves as “The Freakshow.” This couple featured a woman with a beard (approximately two inches long) and suspicious joints, and a guy named “Church” with facial tattoos, slicked back hair rockabilly style and who possessed the ability to stick a six inch, metal nail into his nostril–a nail which he insisted that I pull out. He also shared with us the insight that he had just scored a free line of heroin. John, another hobo drifter offered us not only the saliva in his mouth as he drunkenly stammered at us, but also to guide myself and Josh on a journey riding freight trains back to New Jersey. We graciously declined as the man spilled beer out of one hand with a seven-week old black lab in the other. Needless to say, things have been interesting.
Pictures soon.