Category Archives: Hurricane Katrina

When Hurricane Katrina made landfall in New Orleans, Louisiana, I did not leave the city. I did not even consider the idea. I had barely enough heroin to make it through to the following day. There was no way I would kick in some strange place, with no chance of scoring before things got really painful. The next thirteen days, I wandered the streets of the city. The flashing images of those chaotic days would eventually drive me mad, bringing me out-clean, on the other side of the disaster. My first book is this tale.

<a href=" ” title=”Through Both Hell and High Water: A Memoir of Addiction and Hurricane Katrina”>Through Both Hell and High Water: A Memoir of Addiction and Hurricane Katrina

I finally made my memoir available on Amazon, in honor of the up and coming 7th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. 

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Excerpt: The Pharmacy

I pulled on a well-worn pair of black high top Doc Martins.  I had on a baggy pair of shorts and a tight black t-shirt a local punk band’s logo.  We opened the main door and walked onto the porch.  … Continue reading

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Excerpt: The Shobar

That summer of the storm was one of the hottest and muggiest summers I have ever known.   The air all summer stood really still, which just helped the heat to penetrate through everything, leaving its invasive personality on the sticky … Continue reading

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Excerpt: Liam, Shooting Dope

Every morning, we got up in our dirty little rented junky room, and took a wake-up shot.  If we were lucky, we had one waiting for us when we woke from our wintry drug slumber.  Liam was so intense when … Continue reading

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Excerpt: Sophia

I remember the last night I saw her.  Sophia entered the club, frazzled as usual.  Her long, dark, hair still wet from the shower, and her shaking hands desperately tried to pull back her locks as she tugged and smoothed … Continue reading

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Excerpt: The Abbey

Several days later, I was at The Abbey in the morning.  I loved The Abbey at ten in the morning, when most of the patrons sat scattered around the bar, all knowing each other in one way or another.  Those … Continue reading

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Excerpt: First Taste

The Abbey was my home away from home. Everyone I knew hung out at The Abbey.   I spent so much of time there, drinking and waiting for dope, or coke, or whatever else might be coming my way.    I tried … Continue reading

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Excerpt: Description of Dope Sickness

People must wonder what dope sickness feels like.  It is different for everyone, but excruciating for each addict.  I always puked.  I felt like I was going to puke.  I kind of wanted to puke so I would feel better.  … Continue reading

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Excerpt: The Charity Hospital Fiasco

We were loaded, as usual.   For some reason, I wore a white silky camisole, and a white lacy tutu.  I am not shitting you, a fucking tutu, and a pajama top with crazy white stiletto boots.  I remember leaving the … Continue reading

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Excerpt: No Discussion of Evacuating

After my morning shot that Saturday, I walked around the Treme.  The sun was bright, but the clouds hustled in.  The air felt ominous and eerie, while the brightness contrasted with the grayness in a way that made my heart … Continue reading

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