“Of course you’re here,” he said, “where else would I find you?” Raz and I…
It is my belief that you don’t choose New Orleans – New Orleans chooses you. Those who have fallen for her, live with her, are sprung, lost and turned out in love with her, know exactly what I mean.
It was like a bad breakup…you know how it goes. The arguing, the silence, the threats, the longing, the tears. In the end, you’re shattered and left alone to pick up the pieces.