||[Jan. 24th, 2012|06:58 pm]
VIVA LA JOY.
Steven is peeing in this picture.
Everyone in my house wakes up with the same song stuck in their head every day. It's a beautiful song by a friend of ours here in New Orleans, but every morning, its contagious tune rings from one set of pipes or another, and it reminds me of New Orleans, as it should. It won't tell me that it's all a cakewalk and that reality won't bite you where you're already bruised if you're not careful. This city reminds me of it on a daily basis, with every bad decision or wrong turn I make; it's got a knack for that, for rubbing it in your face that you knew you were doing wrong every second you were doing it. Not only that but it makes you watch while those closest to you suffer through the same feeling. Yet for some reason we're not scared strangers of the fact that this is the place for us because it beckons to cater to us; to love us even amidst all its torture and tests. Some leave sooner than others, but not always necessarily out of fear or defeat. Regardless, nowhere will make you more human, or keep you more in check. Do it wrong and it'll slap you in the mouth before you can mutter another bullshit excuse. Yet for some reason, it all still looks so ungodly gorgeous, and so for that, I still can't complain.
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