I live with four million of my closest friends and associates in the concrete jungles of Los Angeles -- home of good ol' American ExCess. This is the domain of the dream chasers, the stars, the hustlers, the millionaires & the hired help, the beggars & the takers, nomads, thinkers, the posers and the ambiguous, the fitness nuts and the wannabes, moguls, the invisible, burnouts, zealots, geniuses, groupies, teachers, kingpins, snakes, hippies, barons, artists, has-beens and junkies, visionaries, leaders, klingons and teenage runaways, craftsmen, manipulators, angels, killers, genuine hard-working successful people and big ol' bouncy all up in ya' face fake titties. Yes, it really is as cool as it sounds.
I really do enjoy living here, but not a day goes by when I don't think of my beloved home of New Orleans . It's an obsession of mine and if you don't understand it, you simply don't know New Orleans or New Orleanians.
"The Good" by Sebastian Kruger
"You Play Or You Don't Go Home" by Lyndon Barrois, Jr.