to andy - what cheer? what cheer brigade
Hey Andy (from what cheer - what cheer brigade)-
I am an author, journalist and musician from New Orleans. You know what that means, right? That this year has been the worst most confusing of my life. Actually, until the flood, my girlfriend and I even lived in the dreaded Ninth Ward; meaning I got to see all my neighbors lose all their possessions and all my friends move away. Those of us who’ve stayed are all extremely scarred and confused. Even those of us who got out – like my girlfriend, who moved away temporarily for a job -- have been really emotionally vulnerable. You can imagine, right? Yes, you can. So now imagine this: after witnessing the apocalypse, seeing all that great music and culture washed away forever not to mention all those lives, after going through all that unbearable shit, then my girlfriend cheats on me. You can imagine how much that would suck. And you know who she cheated with? You.
Now believe me, after five years of being with her, I know she isn’t innocent. But I do know she tried to put you off, told you she had a boyfriend in New Orleans. And I do know that you kept after her. Did you never think of what and who you were dealing with? What we’d been through? How vulnerable we were. Maybe you did, and you realized that would make it easier for you. Either way, though I obviously have no right to be mad at a stranger, I do want you to keep and carry with you the knowledge that, whether or not you knew it, you took advantage of a traumatized, confused situation. You fucked with some poor New Orleanians’ lives during their toughest hour.
Also know that when she finally came home recently, she begged my forgiveness, pleaded for me to believe that it was all meaningless (the irony isn’t lost on me that the whole “fake bullshit,” as she calls it, revolved around a fake New Orleans bar and an imitation New Orleans brass band), and then, when she and I were playing a big concert with TV on the Radio, she proposed to me on stage in front of 900 people, got down on one knee, gave me a ring and everything. See how fucking crazy and emotional everything has been? I think you did. And still you selfishly chose to make a terribly hard thing even harder.
Keep that with you.
mpw
PS> She also said you have a smallish cock. But maybe they all say things like that when they fuck up.
.I am an author, journalist and musician from New Orleans. You know what that means, right? That this year has been the worst most confusing of my life. Actually, until the flood, my girlfriend and I even lived in the dreaded Ninth Ward; meaning I got to see all my neighbors lose all their possessions and all my friends move away. Those of us who’ve stayed are all extremely scarred and confused. Even those of us who got out – like my girlfriend, who moved away temporarily for a job -- have been really emotionally vulnerable. You can imagine, right? Yes, you can. So now imagine this: after witnessing the apocalypse, seeing all that great music and culture washed away forever not to mention all those lives, after going through all that unbearable shit, then my girlfriend cheats on me. You can imagine how much that would suck. And you know who she cheated with? You.
Now believe me, after five years of being with her, I know she isn’t innocent. But I do know she tried to put you off, told you she had a boyfriend in New Orleans. And I do know that you kept after her. Did you never think of what and who you were dealing with? What we’d been through? How vulnerable we were. Maybe you did, and you realized that would make it easier for you. Either way, though I obviously have no right to be mad at a stranger, I do want you to keep and carry with you the knowledge that, whether or not you knew it, you took advantage of a traumatized, confused situation. You fucked with some poor New Orleanians’ lives during their toughest hour.
Also know that when she finally came home recently, she begged my forgiveness, pleaded for me to believe that it was all meaningless (the irony isn’t lost on me that the whole “fake bullshit,” as she calls it, revolved around a fake New Orleans bar and an imitation New Orleans brass band), and then, when she and I were playing a big concert with TV on the Radio, she proposed to me on stage in front of 900 people, got down on one knee, gave me a ring and everything. See how fucking crazy and emotional everything has been? I think you did. And still you selfishly chose to make a terribly hard thing even harder.
Keep that with you.
mpw
PS> She also said you have a smallish cock. But maybe they all say things like that when they fuck up.
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