When I went to New Orleans – pre Katrina – there were a few things that stood out for me. The swamp tour, the cemetery and the voodoo.
I’m back. Thanks, Marie voodoo queen. Even from beyond the grave you give your believers everything they need.
See that little X just above the purple. Remember when I asked you for my man back? Of course you do. You gave him to me – last month. He came to my door.
I am thankful, don’t get me wrong. I just wish I hadn’t killed him. You know, he was always leaving his socks and towels on the floor. Used to drive me nuts. Now it’s finger and toes. I guess he’ll run out of bits soon.
Anyway, you did what I asked and I’ve done what I promised. Came back and thanked you.