Jaken's Journal

 I spent all day Thursday in New Orleans....Since I had traveled that far, I tried to just take a day and explore and sight-see.

I rented a Harley for the day.  The weather was picture perfect....sunny and 79 degrees.   I put 100 miles on the bike, just taking in water views, plantations, and landscapes.  I rode along the river for what seemed like a long time as well.  It felt good to be on a bike and moving (because moving is the only thing that keeps me numb).  It felt GREAT to be on a bike that is so much nicer than my own.

I had to visit the french quarter as well.  You just can't be in that area and not take a stroll down Bourbon street.   It managed to depress me beyond words.   For starters, I was and felt every bit alone.  I really did not care for the vibe on Bourbon street.....but I did like Royal street, and all the art I saw there.  I also stopped and had a reading from a psychic.  He said all the things I already know, and that I probably have in common with most.....I carry a lot of heartache and loss inside of me.....  He couldn't seem to tap in to the life that was taken by my own doing, so I'm guessing he wasn't very proficient at his job.

Anyway, I felt like I was invading the streets in the French Quarter.  I wasn't really a tourist, because I never planned on being there. I wasn't a local, and I wasn't an employee or musical entertainer on the streets....  I had no business being there, I got no joy from it, and I will always look back on New Orleans as the visit after "the accident".   I headed northbound on Interstate 59 feeling horrible.

Today was not as bad....