Trust God and be love.
I’m not too sure what to do with this new body but I am enjoying it.
Prophesied to by druggies, questioned by pirates, beckoned by silver ball gown beauties, it all happened near the St. Louis Cathedral.
Writing this memoir will be a visceral victory.
Sweaty crowds, dirty streets, fast feet.
I think in pictures.
I had no disability in NOLA because everyone just assumed I was drunk like everyone else.