09-13-2013, 07:47 AM
(09-13-2013, 06:41 AM)trueenigma Wrote: Why not? Mardi gras creeps me out. N.O. In general. Last time I went there i got robbed. And then in the same night took a wrong turn down an alley near bourbon st.and was accosted by a drug dealer trying to sell us crack. Then when he recognized my friend he followed us around trying to get an autograph. The night didn't end well. To this day I ask my friend all the time, "why didn't you just sign the damn dollar bill?" He always replies, "why didn't you just buy some damn crack?"Oh boy, that does sound harrowing! My brother read "On the Road," by Jack Kerouac and hitchhiked around the country at 17. He was sneaking into a theatre in New Orleans at night to sleep. One of the actors discovered him and invited him to a party. They we all eating magic mushrooms over a weekend. These theatrical types were into pyramids and Buddhism and they like, typical for the early 1970s. When the folks went to work, my bother started renovating their house. He painted one room black with gold stars and began making them a hanging chair roped in a pyramidal fashion. He blew their minds, so they invited him to stay. He ended up getting a job renovating historical homes eventually.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris