BACK FROM NEW ORLEANS.....................
Henry says:
"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on."
Man, I am all fucked up...
Just back from New Orleans yesterday afternoon; awake this morning after finally sleeping... no sleep for 72 hours straight.
I am on the phone all day trying to find friends in New Orleans, both crew I have known for years who had to stay behind (I thought that a really bad idea), and new friends I met and became instantly close with in the city.
The whole trip was pretty fucked up from the beginning; we had cell phone service which was sketchy at best... phone calls either simply did not go through or they would drop in the middle for no reason...
We had little or no time to go see the city or meet people (I had been looking forward to meeting several SG and SG members down there... that didn't happen unfortunately).
It's hard to think about the New Orleans we saw and hung out in (briefly) before the New Orleans you now see on the news... It looked like a beautiful yet scarred and fascinatingly unique place... wish I had seen more...
We were in a frantic scramble almost from day one to get everthing up and running and then down and away because of the impending storm...
To make a long story short, we met incredible people down there... people we became instant best friends with and who would stop everything to help us out and even pick me up from my hotel so I could go to work early, or do my laundry... believe me, it felt weird, but they wouldn't take no for an answer... the famous southern hospitality at work... I would never ask someone to do laundry for me, I just mentioned running out of clothes due to the weather and it was taken out of my hands...
I have been spending the time since the moment I got home trying to find friends down there now that the rest of us were evacuated successfully.
The friends that I have found have been more concerned with my welfare than the fact that they no longer have any homes to go back to...
What the fuck? I'm going to be fine... don't worry about me.
The hard part for me is not being able to do anything to help anyone still there.
These people have no homes and only still own what they carried out the night before the storms hit... I can't even wrap my head around that.
I have been calling as many of them as I can reach and putting them in contact with the accounting people at Sony; if I can't do anything else for them, maybe I can get them some money, since they have Nothing else.
It pisses me off that I don't even work for Sony or Wheel of Fortune and I have been the only one to call them so far... how were they going to get paychecks (which they now desperately need) when they no longer have an address to send them to?
This is really messing with my head and yet I have it real easy... I have a home to go back to, etc etc...
I am so worried about my friends down there and am all fucked up not being able to help them out.
I went to sleep last night for the first time in three days and fell asleep with this question in my head: "What would you do with unlimited time and unlimited money?"
Here's the thing; if I had unlimited time and money, I could go a long way towards helping the people I care about...
The other thing is; think of the things you would do with unlimited time and unlimited money and you get an idea of what you feel to be important or significant...
how can you achieve these things without all that time and money?
Are those things really important, anyway?
How does watching natural disasters like New Orleans, or even the nightly news and the little carnages we wreak upon each other every day effect how you choose what's really important?
What do you do now?
What do I do now?
What should we/I/you do now?
I'm working on that right now... let you know if I ever figure it out...
EDITED TO ADD:
Thursday morning:
Okay, this is seriously fucked up:
Now the evacuation of people from the Superdome in New Orleans has been halted due to people shooting at the rescue helicopters and the buses.
Did you get that?
SHOOTING AT THE RESCUE HELICOPTERS AND BUSES!!!
What the fuck is wrong with people?
Time to cull the fucking herd, man.
It should be legal to become responsible vigilantes; you see some stupid motherfucker shooting at a rescue helicopter... you should be able to legally waste their sorry asses.
What the fuck?
You want to live your life in ignorant racial or abusive ignorance and intolerance? Go right ahead...
Once you cross the line and hurt someone else, or Fucking Shoot at Rescue Helicopters (Jesus!), I should be able to punch your ticket... "Thanks for playing, asshole... you couldn't follow the most basic rules, so say goodnight."
What the fuck is wrong with some people...?
In a place where the people we met for a mere two weeks were more concerned with my welfare than where they were going to fucking live... these assholes take a tragic situation and find a way to make it worse.
Pieces of shit need to be dealt with; time to thin the herd...
I hope everyone down there is okay and I sincerely wish there was some way to help out... breaks my heart that I can't do more...
I wish I had a huge house up here that I could move everyone into...
Hope everyone is doing well...
Henry says:
"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on."
Man, I am all fucked up...
Just back from New Orleans yesterday afternoon; awake this morning after finally sleeping... no sleep for 72 hours straight.
I am on the phone all day trying to find friends in New Orleans, both crew I have known for years who had to stay behind (I thought that a really bad idea), and new friends I met and became instantly close with in the city.
The whole trip was pretty fucked up from the beginning; we had cell phone service which was sketchy at best... phone calls either simply did not go through or they would drop in the middle for no reason...
We had little or no time to go see the city or meet people (I had been looking forward to meeting several SG and SG members down there... that didn't happen unfortunately).
It's hard to think about the New Orleans we saw and hung out in (briefly) before the New Orleans you now see on the news... It looked like a beautiful yet scarred and fascinatingly unique place... wish I had seen more...
We were in a frantic scramble almost from day one to get everthing up and running and then down and away because of the impending storm...
To make a long story short, we met incredible people down there... people we became instant best friends with and who would stop everything to help us out and even pick me up from my hotel so I could go to work early, or do my laundry... believe me, it felt weird, but they wouldn't take no for an answer... the famous southern hospitality at work... I would never ask someone to do laundry for me, I just mentioned running out of clothes due to the weather and it was taken out of my hands...
I have been spending the time since the moment I got home trying to find friends down there now that the rest of us were evacuated successfully.
The friends that I have found have been more concerned with my welfare than the fact that they no longer have any homes to go back to...
What the fuck? I'm going to be fine... don't worry about me.
The hard part for me is not being able to do anything to help anyone still there.
These people have no homes and only still own what they carried out the night before the storms hit... I can't even wrap my head around that.
I have been calling as many of them as I can reach and putting them in contact with the accounting people at Sony; if I can't do anything else for them, maybe I can get them some money, since they have Nothing else.
It pisses me off that I don't even work for Sony or Wheel of Fortune and I have been the only one to call them so far... how were they going to get paychecks (which they now desperately need) when they no longer have an address to send them to?
This is really messing with my head and yet I have it real easy... I have a home to go back to, etc etc...
I am so worried about my friends down there and am all fucked up not being able to help them out.
I went to sleep last night for the first time in three days and fell asleep with this question in my head: "What would you do with unlimited time and unlimited money?"
Here's the thing; if I had unlimited time and money, I could go a long way towards helping the people I care about...
The other thing is; think of the things you would do with unlimited time and unlimited money and you get an idea of what you feel to be important or significant...
how can you achieve these things without all that time and money?
Are those things really important, anyway?
How does watching natural disasters like New Orleans, or even the nightly news and the little carnages we wreak upon each other every day effect how you choose what's really important?
What do you do now?
What do I do now?
What should we/I/you do now?
I'm working on that right now... let you know if I ever figure it out...
EDITED TO ADD:
Thursday morning:
Okay, this is seriously fucked up:
Now the evacuation of people from the Superdome in New Orleans has been halted due to people shooting at the rescue helicopters and the buses.
Did you get that?
SHOOTING AT THE RESCUE HELICOPTERS AND BUSES!!!
What the fuck is wrong with people?
Time to cull the fucking herd, man.
It should be legal to become responsible vigilantes; you see some stupid motherfucker shooting at a rescue helicopter... you should be able to legally waste their sorry asses.
What the fuck?
You want to live your life in ignorant racial or abusive ignorance and intolerance? Go right ahead...
Once you cross the line and hurt someone else, or Fucking Shoot at Rescue Helicopters (Jesus!), I should be able to punch your ticket... "Thanks for playing, asshole... you couldn't follow the most basic rules, so say goodnight."
What the fuck is wrong with some people...?
In a place where the people we met for a mere two weeks were more concerned with my welfare than where they were going to fucking live... these assholes take a tragic situation and find a way to make it worse.
Pieces of shit need to be dealt with; time to thin the herd...
I hope everyone down there is okay and I sincerely wish there was some way to help out... breaks my heart that I can't do more...
I wish I had a huge house up here that I could move everyone into...
Hope everyone is doing well...
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Also, a belated thank you for the birthday wishes!
I don't know where you are or why you have gone.
Emerge from the demons in your mind and face the world again. Remember, whilst we delve and bathe in our self purpetuated darkness, we no longer become angels for those that need us most.
More than anything, your comments and even you renewing your membership, has showed me you consider my words more closely than any others.
Stop being selfish. Come alive again.
Others need you more than you need yourself right now. And through them, you will find the answers you need.
Oh, and btw, I do have a life long plan for you.
You do realise I am going to change the world.
And I really am going to need a photographer to document it.
So, you've got about 2-5 years to play around. And then my dear, you're all mine.
BTW, My phone number os 0011 61 421 465 717.
Give me yours. I'd like to hear you voice or something.
And even if you have nothing to say, at least tell me your alive.
You are closer to the truth than you know. Henry Rollins is a strange fellow. I'd like to meet him someday.