New Orleans: A City of the Dead in Truth

I’ve always known that, if I ever did it, the minute I stepped in the French Quarter in New Orleans, I’d be blown away on many different levels.  Even knowing that, I was still blown away on so many levels....

I’ve visited a few cities in the US in my life.  Many of them had crazy histories that were well worth listening to.  But none of them compare to New Orleans.  I dare say that New Orleans is the only city in the US that has a history that is comparable to some of the cities in Europe.

A Sane Person in this Insane World

I’m almost to the point that I’m ready to kill the next person that acts so f’n stupid with their own choices that its detrimental to everyone else around them.  I mean, seriously....  This has GOT to stop.  I can’t be the ONLY sane person in this insane world.

I understand that no one really changes, especially ignorant people, but you figure they’d figure it out sooner or later.  If you shoot yourself in the foot cleaning a gun, surely you’ll remember next time to make sure its not loaded....  I mean...surely you would.....

Bad Cop, Horrible Cop

To serve and protect.  Words synonymous with the police force.  But I’ve often wondered about police themselves.  They are normally so feared by the public and such an avenue of corruption.

Now I fully admit, I’ve met some good and great cops.  I’ve know some that I knew I could call on and trust.  But I’ve also known the opposite.  I’ve met good for nothing cops that cast a shadow of shame across law enforcement in general.

There was a great movie line, from one of my favorite movies of all time, if not my all time favorite, The Chase , that stated how the only people cops come in contact with, on a day to day basis, is the worst of society.  Pimps, pushers, liars....  Soon you start feeling everyone is that way.  And this I see the most of.  Sometimes a cop will automatically think the worst in someone, for whatever reason, and treat them like a criminal when that someone doesn’t deserve it.

A Hobby's Collector

The word ‘hobby’ has such a range.  Collecting things noone else collects, creating things, writing, blogging, even gaming....  The list just goes on and on.  So many people take their hobby seriously, its quite odd at times.

I’m not different, I mean, here I am blogging away, while trying to finish a novel or three, surrounded by odd artwork and figurines that most consider quite nerdy things.  At least my hobbies don’t take over and dominate my life.  It is always crazy to walk into someone’s home and see nothing but a certain thing repeated over and over and over.

But that begs the question, when does a hobby cross the line into becoming something crazy?  I know Lisa has her own ideas about my hobbies.  Certain themes of my collectibles are not allowed in the Livingroom, even though I’ve secretly put some there in strategic locations and made it look pretty cool.  In my childhood room I had comic books from the ceiling to the floor all the way around, with a few posters from movies and comics and such mixed in here and there.  It was like my wallpaper.  I admit that was a little crazy, especially as they made a GREAT hiding spot for scorpions, they loved to hide behind the X-Men comics....