What's Going On

Sunday, woke in Asheville, was made homesick by an airbrushed Tony Montana jacket in Mobile, marveled at the gentry in Biloxi Central Station, and then . . . St. Bernard, LA.

My general thoughts were that God has no mercy and I wondered who has the heart for true religion. What's goin' on? No music for this, no words.

My escape from self-indictment--I live in Fantasyland--is that we now live in Netherworld. We shower and sleep at Camp Algiers, which (to the best of my knowledge) is a cross between a moon colony, the Army, Rykers Island, going camping, and a community center. The people are friendly, will cut your hair and sing you Gospel, but as Joey Ramone might say, "The smell of death is all around."

Worked in N.O. proper today and got educated--FYI, most of New Orleans is still wrecked and from what I understand, as the water levels rose, so did a lot of the South. The water's now down but the crackers are up . . .

"And miles to go until I freak." --Dylan Thomas

-Matt