I skipped my "hometown" and came to New Orleans a few days ago to take my mind off some things.
New Orleans is fucked up, and so am I, so we fit real good right about now. I spent the first night sleeping on a warehouse's roof. Luckily it didn't rain. Last night I found an old apartment building just west of the Central Business District on a very prestigious street. It's damn hard to get inside of, but that makes it very nice for me.
It'll keep me out of the rain and safe from some of the meaner tramps and crackheads who are wandering about this crippled city on the post-Katrina Gulf.
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I've always had an affinity for those who live life on the margins, on the edges of society. This blog contains my reflections on squatting, struggles over housing and place, life in the global "slums," land occupations, guerilla gardening, hobo and traveler culture, and anarchism.... among other things.
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