Tag Archives: new orleans

168. Another One Bites the Dust

We each did a pretty good job of avoiding the other after that. At one point all of us were sitting around sharing beer and stronger substances with the openings bands (you guessed it, like everyone else we’d met in New Orleans, they were ultra-friendly) and having a wide-ranging group conversation, but that didn’t really […]

163. Instant Karma

I had just hung up the phone and was exploring the extra-large bathtub in the suite’s bathroom–it had some kind of jets–when I heard the door open. Ziggy came in and threw himself down on the king-size bed. “Tired?” I asked as I paused in the doorway from the bathroom, my voice neutral. He threw […]