From Dreams Sprout Reality

I wanted to give a bit more insight as to who I am and what this trip and my writing means. Like I said in previous blogs I have been soul searching for a long time. I would say it started as early as 5th or 6th grade. I started asking myself and the universe what is my purpose here on earth. I always had a feeling that I was put here on earth to do something great that helps change the world for the better. I would rack my brain endlessly trying to figure it out questioning everything. Those who are close to me would tell you that i have always been a quiet fellow, and always observing. I would constantly tell myself, ‘you are only one small spec in the universe. How could I possible affect the world?’ I kept myself in this small state of being up until I took the leap of faith which is this trip. I am telling you all this because I get a lot of people telling me that I am inspiring them. I am so honored and thankful for those words. It has taken me a long time of procrastinating and talking a big game to get to the point I am at now, and I still have a long way to go. All that talking was me just being my own hype man. Hyping myself up both in my head and out loud knowing that if I ever mustered the courage and got off my ass I could accomplish anything. I have dreamed about this journey since childhood. I started being vocal about this trip and writing a book to all my friends when I got out of the Army in 2004. It took me 8 years an a lot of inward struggle to finally go for it. And even though I was not really writing a lot I would always tell people, ‘I am going to write a book that inspires change in peoples lives. That there is better way for us to live than what we are currently doing.’ All that time I already knew what my life’s purpose was. My fear was blinding me from seeing the vision. That was until…
A few days before the start of 2012 I had a dream. I still remember every vivid detail of this dream. I was in a laundry mat in a town I had never been in before with a woman I had never seen before. I threw in my clothes and walked outside and looked up… In the sky there was a huge battle going on. There were military jets and stealth bombers and ufos shooting and bombing the crap out of each other, and crashing to the ground. I ran back in and told the girl we gotta go! She ignored me and I called again. Still no response, so I took off running by myself. I ran into a local bank and had a seat in the corner. All around this bank are desks with one man behind them and a line of people in front of them. The building is shaking from all of the crashing and violent battle outside. I get up and walk around towards the back right as though there is something leading me there. When I get up to the man he says my name incorrectly. I correct him and he says, “I have been waiting for you.” He is in human form but I can see right through him and he has glowing green reptile like eyes. All of the sudden a screen pops up in mid air right before me. I don’t remember reading anything specific but I know it was a list of all of the things I have done in my life. Without any words being said I know that this being is letting me know we are being judged for what we do here on earth.
In a instant I am transported to the Middle East and I am in full combat gear and had the machine gun that I carried while in Iraq. I look up and I am surrounded by Middle Eastern men. They all have guns pointed at me. I get ready to pull my gun up and start engaging them all, and all of the sudden I throw my weapon down and start singing. In a blink of an eye I am in the back seat of a SUV racing through the desert with those same men. They are all grabbing at me and trying to hurt me. I am trying hard to fight them off with my fists. In another blink of an eye I am standing alone in the middle of the desert, and up on a hill I see a majestic looking tent. I walk in and there are two women laying on beautiful rugs and lush colorful pillows. I know right away that these women are my spirit guides. They teleport us to various scenarios and basically show me that I have two paths to choose from one will lead me to eternal misery and one will be my life’s truth. Without saying anything the lead me to answers I have been craving a good portion of my life.
I wake up from the dream feeling electric. My entire body feels like a bolt of lighting is surging through me and in that instant I know that my words both written and verbal are my life’s purpose, and that is how I change the world. Even after this dream slapped me in the face, it still took me a year to start to make it happen. I am telling you all this to further inspire you to follow your dreams and live your life’s TRUE PURPOSE, no matter how long it takes you. You already have the answers within you. You just have to be willing to see them. We all know that the world can be a much better place. A place where everyone loves and respects each other. We can achieve a world where there is NO ONE struggling to live. WE CAN LIVE IN A WORLD OF PEACE AND ABSOLUTELY NO WAR!!! We just need to learn to be understanding that we all have our own paths and no one path is better than the other. WE ARE ALL EQUAL!!!!! THERE IS NO ONE MAN OR WOMAN WHO IS ABOVE ANOTHER!!!! THERE IS NO ONE COUNTRY BETTER THAN ANOTHER!!!!! WE ARE ALL CITIZENS OF THE WORLD WE CAN LOVE AND WORK TOGETHER TO MAKE THESE CHANGES. I LOVE YOU ALL WITH ALL OF MY HEART!!!!

Thank You Readers And Supporters!

I wanted to post a quick note to everyone who reads my blog. Thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read my posts. And a very special thank you to all those who take the time to write comments and click that like button. It took me two months to get 1000 views and I am almost at 2000 with in a little over two weeks. All of you are inspiring me to continue on when things get a little rough. Everyone who read my post inspire me to continue writing as often as I can. From the bottom of my heart, it is truly a honor an I am so thankful for each and everyone of you! I hope this continues to grow and I have the opportunity to reach, touch, and inspire as many people possible. I had someone from the Republic of Korea check out my blog, that blows my mind. Thank you an I love you all. Carpe Diem! Stay positive and share ALL of the light and LOVE that is with in you!

What A Open Heart Can Bring to Your Life

  At this portion of my journey my legs are getting pretty strong, and my 70 lb bag doesn’t feel like 70 lbs anymore. When I got out of Ms. Williams car I put it in my mind that I was going to clear 20 miles before I even thought about looking for a place to set up camp. I also put it in my mind that when I got across the bay I was going to start looking for a fishing boat to work on. I have never been deep sea fishing before and I want to learn more about the ocean. Some day when I settle down and have a family I want to be able to provide for them using my hands and cunning whether that be hunting, or if we are by water I want to be able to bring them a meal from that. I told myself that I was going to make it happen and I smiled because I knew it was going to happen. I walked for a bit on the Eastern Shore Trail and then hopped back on Interstate 10 to walk on the Bay Way bridge. Probably one of the sketchiest portions of the 10 I have been on. The shoulder is pretty narrow and on the other side of that wall is a 20 ft drop to the bay, I believe it is about ten miles long. I got maybe seven miles across and Woody Walker pulls over for me. I hop in the car and he says, “Hey man, I can take you to the other side of the bridge.” I reply, “That would be awesome, I really appreciate it.” We get to talking and I tell him about my idea to get on a fishing boat. No sooner can I ask if he knows anyone, he has his phone out and tells me he is about to call the best captain in all of the gulf. I am shocked! I just put this in my mind an hour ago and now someone is calling to see if he can get me on a boat. That is just how this trip is going, I am meeting all the right people and my minds ability to attract the things I desire is beyond me.

  Well, Woody taking me to the other side of the bridge turns into him telling me that he was on his way to his house for a moment and if I wanted I can go there freshen up and he will take me back to the highway when he leaves in a bit. He had to head out to Mississippi to pick up a new oven for his restaurant  We get back to his house and we are talking about travels he has been on and telling him about my adventure. He tells me that if I want I can mow his lawn and he can shoot me some cash to help me out. I tell him I don’t need any money, but that I have been craving pizza and beer. He replies,”Consider it done.” He tells me that he has to take off but I can mow the lawn and then take a shower and he will be back in a few hours. Someone was borrowing Woody’s lawn mower so we had to go to his neighbor Willie to borrow his. Woody gives him a quick explanation of who I am and Willie asks if I can mow his front yard as well. Of course I can sir. 

    Throughout the time I am mowing the yards Willie comes out to check on me and at one point he hands me a $20 bill. I tell him that I am doing it out of the kindness of my heart and that I can not take his money. He looks me in the eye and says,”If I didn’t want to give it to you I would not have offered it.” After I finish I come in Woody’s place take a quick shower and then hop on his computer so I can catch up on the blog. During the time I am writing Willie comes in and offers me a beer. When he brings it back and I tell him after I am done if he wants some company I will come over and tell him all about my journey. Willie is 81 years young and I can tell off the bat he has a huge heart and a lot of life wisdom.

   Later that evening I headed over to Willies and I am greeted with another beer and a big smile. At one point Willie says he is gonna give Woody a call and see where he is at. Woody got caught up and was still a few hours out. Willie tells me he wants to take me out for a drive to check out some places that most tourist don’t get to see. Who in their right mind is going to pass that up? We head out and get to a beautiful town called Fair Hope. The streets are lined with lighted trees and beautiful flower beds. The neighborhood is very similar to Carmel, Ca, and every house has it’s own uniqueness. You can feel that a lot of creative people live there. At the end of the town out on the bay is the Grand Hotel, Willie tells me we are gonna stop off and have a beer. This is one of the most interesting gentlemen I have ever met in my life. The stories he has and the places he has been are incredible. At one point we both agree that it feels like we have known each other all of our lives. Here we are with a pretty good size gap in age, complete strangers a few hours ago and now we are at a nice bar talking about life and brand new friends. I will never forget that night.

  Like I mentioned earlier Woody owns a few restaurants in downtown Mobile, the Bicycle Shop which is a awesome bar serving great Mexican food and next door to that is his steak house Union. Over the next few days Woody opened his home to me, fed me super good food, and got me shit faced drunk. The adventures we had together were freakin’ awesome. This gentleman doesn’t know me; but opens his home, trust me alone while he goes out and handles his business. I did’t tell him but he reminds me a lot of my uncle Bud, and it goes a lot further than them being white and southern boys. One of the best men I have ever met in my life, always has a smile on his face and will talk your ear off. The way that Woody goes about this life is second to none. He is beyond honorable, always truthful, and not afraid to tell you he has done some fucked up shit and probably might do some more before it is all said and done. That is what makes someone down to earth, not perfect and not trying or worried about it, just livin’. Woody is a entrepreneur and a man about town who has done a lot with his life, but remains humble. Every place we go someone is yelling out his name and offering to buy him a shot or a beer. I have learned a lot just from being in his presence over the last few days. He and Willie will be life long friends and I know our paths will cross multiple times before it is all said and done.

Home Sick

I woke up under that bridge to beautiful sunshine, the pressure of rocks throughout my body, and feeling like shit. As soon as I woke up I started hacking like a 50 year smoker and gnarly green phlegm pouring out of my nose. On top of that I was feeling something I have not felt in 11 years, home sick…

   When I was 17 I got caught with quite a bit of weed on me in separate bags. I would not say that I was a model son. I have never done very good with authority and wanted to do my own thing, parents telling me what to do and when was not my idea of livin’. A felony for intent to distribute was the last straw for my pops, he informed me that he had talked to a Army recruiter and that if he signed papers I could go in at 17. I felt like it was the best option at the time; so I went for it. I thought about it and if I am going to do this then I am going to go as far as I can and be stationed overseas. After I finished basic and advanced individual training I was shipped out to Germany. For the first three months of being there I found myself feeling real home sick. I realized that the people I had spent my entire life with were now thousands of miles away and all the times I was out running the streets I could have been spending with my mother, father, and little brother Mikey. I didn’t see my family for two and a half years. My parents had further grown and my brother was now a college student. I had been living in Europe growing in my own way and just came back from 15 months of war in Iraq. We were all figuring out how to reintegrate into each others life’s. Since I have been out of the military I have been moving back and forth between San Diego and the Bay area trying to figure out where I fit. I see my parents and my brother maybe two times a year now and have never really thought much about out. I love them with all my heart and that will never change. When I woke up under that bridge it hit me hard. I was in the middle of a place I had never been all by myself, and my family is miles upon miles away. 

   Connections are made for a reason and the ones that are worth anything will always be there even if you have not seen each other in years. I lived with Jazzy J for a little over six months. We had a sick apartment 3 blocks from the ocean in Ocean Beach, San Diego. Her and I had some up and down times and that is only because she is a good friend and I was not living to my potential at the time, she let me know it. Real friends will always tell you the truth, even if it hurts both of you to do so. When she graduated from the University of San Diego her mother came out and I had the opportunity to enjoy lunch and briefly get to know her. During this lunch collard greens got brought up and I explained that I had never tried them, but have always wanted to. Ms. Williams told me that if I ever made it to Mobile, Alabama that she would make me some of her collard greens.

  I put it in my mind that I needed to make it to Mobile that day. I got out of my tent stretched out and packed up quick fast. I cleared ten miles before stopping at a truck stop to clean up and make myself some oatmeal. After a bit I got back on the road. I was not feeling good and thought about starting to look for a place to set up camp, it was around 2pm. Something in me said NO! ‘Keep going, you told yourself you were going to get to Mobile and you are not quitting until you get there.’ I walked another five miles before I got picked up. Luckily It was only a short 20 miles to Mobile because this guy was weird as hell and I really thought I was going to have to knock him out. Conversation started going south and I told him he needed to drop me off quick fast or else, he obliged. I got out and gave Jazzy J a call. Told her I was in Mobile and wanted to know if her mother was around. Jazzy says, “Give me a a second, I am going to call her right now.” Within five minutes she calls back and tells me her mother is waiting on me and that she was going to have someone come pick me up. Yes! As soon as I get into Ms. Williams house she is showering me with smiles and a lot of love. That home sickness I was feeling earlier is gone. The very next day she reminded me of that conversation we had four years ago. That evening for dinner I tasted collard greens for the first time, and it was made with love. My heart was filled with joy and I was recharged to get back on the road. Ms. Williams dropped me off on the side of Interstate 10 and I got to steppin’. Love!

Walking in Mississippi

It was really hard to leave New Orleans, real hard. Toma told me when her and Dan picked me up, “People come here and they never leave. Don’t be surprised if it happens to you.” And again the night before I left I had a walk with Grace and she asked, “Matt, are you going to end up getting trapped here in NOLA?” A quarter of my heart was like, yea I might; but the rest said keep it movin’. I was supposed to ride out with Renee’ when she headed for Florida, but she caught a bug and was feeling under the weather. I was starting to get antsy. I think it was Thursday, not sure, lost track of what day it is a long time ago. It has become completely irrelevant to me. Anyways, that morning I woke up early because Tiffany (a friend I made through Renee’) was going to take me to sacred space and do a clearing of the blockages affecting my chakras. I have been looking for a spiritual person to do this for a long time and it was finally happening. I was way more excited then I let on. As soon as I walked into sacred space my body felt light and my head felt tingly. I laid down on the table and opened my heart and mind. I had know idea what I was in for. There was no words exchanged and every place she touched I felt something that was beyond me. There was a point when she touched my stomach and I could feel something being pulled out of me. After she was done I laid there for awhile and just felt completely light as a feather. I tried to sit up at one point and had to lay back down because there was a huge surge of energy to my head, hard to put the experience into words to be honest, really doesn’t do it justice. We drove back to Renee’s and had breakfast and I began to pack. It was a sad time for me. The whole time I was just recapping mental images of the days prior, the conversations, the people, the experiences. I will never forget my first Mardi Gras. 

  Trent, Macy Claire(Trent’s pooch), and myself hop in the truck and get ready to head for the Mississippi border. On our way we made a detour and drove through the portion of the 9th ward where Brad Pitt had built some awesome solar homes. The designs kept the feel of a New Orleans neighborhood but were a bit futuristic at the same time. The different shapes and angles that the houses protruded where really cool. Why he called it the Brad Pit “Project” is beyond me. It seems like that specific word would be left out. Trent and I got back on interstate 10 and headed east. Once we got to the border of Mississippi Trent pulled over we both got out exchanged bear hugs and said good bye. I hopped on the highway and started walking. It is much like the highway in Louisiana, lots of lush dense woods on both sides of the highway and because it has been a exceptionally wet winter the woods look almost like a swamp with water surrounding the woods floor. I knew I had a long walk ahead of me so I cleared my mind and tried to settle into the trip. The surge of energy during the clearing with Tiffany had taken a lot out of me. By the time I started walking it was already about 3pm. I knew I wanted to clear at least five miles before I started looking for a place to set up camp. As i felt myself getting more and more tired i began to look to the side of the highway to look for a clearing in the woods where I could set up. After awhile I came up on a bush that almost reached out to the road and when i walked beyond it there was a clearing. Perfect, it concealed me from cops view and was enough clearing to pitch my tent. I took my pack off and sat in the grass glad to be resting. There was still about 45 minutes left until it was dark so I pulled out the note book out and started jotting  I didn’t want to set up the tent to early and have a copper come and tell me to kick rocks. As night fell I set up crawled in the tent and munched on a few almonds and cranberries for dinner. I read a bit and decided to crawl in my bag and put on my favorite podcast Snap Judgement. If you  have not heard this yet I highly recommend it. It is story telling to a beat. People from around the world submit stories of triumph, love, defeat, ghost stories etc . Amazing and they from time to time have spoken word pieces which is a forte of mine. Anyways check it out snapjudgement.org and if you have a smart phone download the podcast “Snap Judgement”. I slept like a baby! Woke up took my time packing up and got back on the road. I cleared about ten miles and came across a bridge and to the right of that bridge was a big clearing right besides a beautiful lake. Done and Done, that feels like home. I set up my tent, dug a fire pit, gathered wood and threw my line in the lake trying to catch some dinner. I felt so peaceful and comfortable. The setting was magical. There was big trees hanging over my tent, the view from my front door was a long stretch of lack with willows on both sides and tall grass swaying in the wind. A better picture could not be imagined. As it got dark I still had not caught any fish; but I did have canned mackerel that Rudy had given me back in Jennings, La and I had some rice. This was going to be the first time I had cooked rice over a open fire. Needless to say I burnt it and the rice was mad crunchy. I was hungry as hell and I needed to replenish what I used earlier in the day. The oily mackerel made that rice bomb.com and hit the spot. I washed out my dishes with baby wipes and crawled in the tent. As soon as I laid in my bag I felt the sickness hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized that the bug had jumped from Renee’ to me and there was nothing i could do about it. My body began to feel weak and and a coughing attack hit like no bodies business. When I was close to falling asleep the wind picked up. I had forgot about those trees that were above my tent and it sounded like someone or something was scratching at my tent, momentary freak out, grabbed my knife tight and got my e-trenching tool(collapsible shovel) tight and ready to knock a mother F-er out! After awhile I calmed and passed out. When I woke up in the morning I was hacking like someone who has been smoking for 50 years spewing out green gunk and feeling like I had zero energy/strength. Guess I am camping out in paradise one more day. I was in and out of naps all day. At one point I wake up and the sky is a nasty grey looking like the sky is about to dump buckets. I remember a lesson learned in the Army and I muster up the strength, pull my ass out of the tent and dig a trench around my tent so that when it dumps it will flow around me rather than through me. I figure I am good to go. No sooner am I done with the trench and it begins to rain. I crawl back in the tent and begin to read/sleep. Later in the evening it stops raining just long enough to start a fire. i had stashed some wood under the bridge earlier just in case I had the chance to make a fire and cook some rice. This time I tried a different technique with the rice cookery and was successful. It came out moist and fluffy, dumped my last can of oily tuna over that bad boy and I was feasting. I was really hungry but I know my body was fighting and I needed to fuel up. Plus the fire light made me feel good inside. After I ate I went back in the tent and started to write a bit. I quickly feel asleep to the sound of light rain on my “roof top”. That awesomeness lasted till what I am assuming to be about 3-4am. I was awakened to the sound of crashing thunder and heavy rain. I put on my head lamp and looked around the tent, it was starting to leak in certain places and the lake was actually starting to rise. My body is saying,’ awe screw it go back to bed deal with it in the morning.’ My brain is screaming, ‘Get your ass up and make some shit happen quick before you are in a world of hurt.’ I knew for a fact that the next day I would be back on the road and wet gear makes for heavy gear. I put on pants, boots and a coat and get to work. The bridge was about 25 yards from where I was camped out. I started packing quick and moving my pack under the bridge and had to go back for the tent. There is no way I am taking this tent apart to set back up again, I’m beat! I drag the tent to the bridge. Underneath this bridge is all large jagged rocks. I set the tent and empty my pack. i take all of the clothing I have which isn’t much, and I lay it where I will set my sleeping bag. I get as comfortable as I can with rocks digging everywhere and to my surprise before I know it I am asleep. There is a saying in the Army, “A good soldier will sleep anywhere and any chance he gets.” That is what I did. More to come real soon… LOVE!!!!! 

Inspiration of Midnight

Always in the moment. Mostly I write it but sometimes I would rather spray it. Mist from my voice splattered against your brain with vivid contrast of colorful words. Invoking thoughts at light speed keeping you at the edge of your seat. What will come next?! I don’t feel the need to use big words to show you how complex I can be. I am sure if you listen closely you will see and believe. People are always telling me that I don’t realize the impact I have on others. This is true, it is just me being what I have was always meant to be. And in that, I remain a humble lion. LOVE!

Mardi Gras, You Sweet Dirty Woman!

At the point I get that text from Renee’ I am really stoked and a bit burnt from lugging 72 lbs on my back. I am two miles out from paradise in the French Quarter! I lean forward and start putting left in front of right. I focus on amazing possibilities that lie before me. Guess what, on the very next block I look at the ground at the perfect moment… There lying on the floor just for me, is a weathered, stomped upon 20$ bill! Canal is a busy street, I am assuming even more during this time of year; but it held it’s ground waiting for me to come and scoop it up, giving it a warm home in my pocket. Needless to say that put a little pep in my step. I started moving faster towards a woman I have never met before. There is a feeling of excitement because I feel like she has something to teach me. A week prior, I had a chance encounter with Tim Savant which is Renee’s cousin. He told me to make sure to go and see her when I get to New Orleans. Tim told me she was a free spirit and a very wise woman. I contacted her on Facebook and told her a bit about myself and sent the link to my blog. It is a beautiful thing when the universe lines things up just the way they should be.
I call Renee’ to let her know I am a mile out and she tells me to grab a cab, she’s got it. I lock down a cab and I’m on my way. When I got out of the cab my eyes were smacked two times with Mardi Gras joy. Trent and Renee’ definitely have the most festive house in the French Quarter. I am sweating like I am in a sauna with trash bags on and Renee’ gives me a huge welcome hug. I shake hands with Trent and head in to set my bag down. No sooner do I drop my bag and Trent is asking me what kind of cocktail do I want. Yes! He suggest a tasty lemonade vodka drink, sold. I go back on the stoop and Renee’ and I get to talking. She has such a calming yet potent presence, I instantly feel comfortable. Trent comes back with the drink, and within four swigs I am buzzed! Hadn’t had a drink in quite some time and only had a tuna sandwich all day. I am in awe, my head is spinning from all of the beautiful sights around me. Everyone has their stoops and balconies decorated and all of the buildings take you back in time. They are all different colors, some made of brick, and some haven’t had a touch up in 50 years but are just as beautiful. Before I get too settled they tell me we are taking one tourist trip down Bourbon and heading for dinner. They live two blocks from Bourbon street but you can’t hear a peep. As soon as we walk on it is madness! Music of all kinds blasting from every which way. Everyone has a drink in their hand and being loud, as they should. We walk maybe 50 feet before I have a group of painted tits in my face. I have arrived! We cut down a side street and end up at the Erin Rose, a locals joint. They make awesome Vietnamese style Po Boys. We have a few beers and call it a night. They inform me Mardi Gras is a marathon not a sprint, and there is a long joyous road ahead.
The next morning Trent and I had chores to knock out before we could play. We worked as a team, and before we knew we were done, it was 4pm and time to crack open a beer. The stoop is a time honored tradition that I quickly took a liking to. It was as if Trent and Renee’ knew everyone in town, and the people that they didn’t they quickly drew in with their loving demeanor. Everyone that passed, old and young was greeted with a “how you doing darlin’ (beautiful southern twang)?” Or if they had a big smile or awesome costume Trent would drop, “Yea you right baby.” Quick back drop on Trent. For those of you who are familiar with the movie “The Big Lebowski” Trent is the real life “The Dude”. He will definitely be a life long brother and I look forward to our next adventure.
When evening came about everyone got ready on their own time and we headed out for Frenchman street. I highly recommend it to everyone when you make your way to New Orleans. This street is lined with great live music venues and you will get to party with real deal locals. As we make our way in I am taking everything in soaking up the moment. Out of left field Mark Green comes up to me and asks if I would like to be in his short film. I wasn’t planning on making my film debut; but what the heck. He explains the premise and five minutes later its lights camera action! I have never even thought of being in a film, but when you are open to the universe you never know what it will bring you. Mark found me on facebook and as soon as the finished product is out I will post the link. Mark thanks for helping me knock out a #bucketlist item I didn’t even know was on my list. The rest of the night cocktails and beers galore were being tossed in my direction and we danced the night away to some amazing, funky ass music. One of the best nights of my life!
I met some of the most amazing people over the course of the next few days; but there are two gentleman who stand out in particular. Lance Walker and his father Mr. Walker. These two gentleman are true blue Cajun men from the bayou. I could listen to them talk all night, and thats exactly what we did. Trent and I were back from the bar around 3a.m. and hangin’ on the stoop drunk people watching. Within a matter of moments Lance and his father walked into our life. We had heart to heart talks about the father son relationship. Their relationship reminded me a lot of me and my fathers. I hope I helped Lance realize somethings because he definitely helped me. At one point I say out loud,” damn I wish I could try some moonshine right now.” Guess what, someone walking by yells out, “I got some in the hotel room. I will be right back.” Mr. Walker, Lance, Trent and myself sat on that stoop drinking moonshine until the sun came up, laughing and carrying on like it was nobodies business. That was until Mama Walker came out, and in a beautiful cajun accent yells, ” bring your ass’ inside, now!” I am laughing right now thinking about that scene.
Over the next few days I ended up at crawfish boils thrown by strippers, private roof top parties, and running a muck in the streets of NOLA! You are gonna have to buy the book to hear about those stories… LOVE!