Growing up, I used to think August and Everything After was one of the greatest album titles of all time.
Five years. New Orleans was a place where I visited family. Never alone, because this place is somewhere you have to show somebody, like "pictures or it didn't happen." Without a witness, who would believe you?
Five years. And almost four since I left my beach and my margaritas and a quiet life behind. Sometimes it seems like I've only been here 4 months. Sometimes it feels like I've never lived anywhere else. Time doesn't operate by the same rules here.
Five years. It isn't my story. But it is one worth reading.
Pistolette starts the tell.