Location: I AM PIRATE! Arrrrrrgggh, damie...
I miss the
sad beauty, the meloncholy romance of bumping down St. Charles
Avenue on the streetcar, lazily rocking at it's meandering
Or the view from my Royal Street shotgun, when the
sun would set. I could see James' house, Mimi's, Schiros. It
always filled me with a blissful hope of the debautchery and
revelry that would surely ensue.
New Orleans was my lover,
our 23 year love affair kept me from ever being alone.
This has been the worst break up ever.