Over the past several months, I have been working on a book proposal. It has not been easy. The book is nonfiction. The subject is Porn Valley.
2005 was my annus horribilis. A series of very bad things happened. I became very unhappy. I wanted to die. I didn't. I still don't know why.
Then, on August 29, 2005, Hurricane Katrina arrived. At that time, I was living in New Orleans, Louisiana. And, that was the end of that.
In November, 2005, I flew back into New Orleans. I drove through the city. I opened the door of the shotgun wherein I used to live. I stood in the living room, and I could see the sky. The ceiling lay in the bed. I got what I could. I took the ashes of my father I had left behind. I drove out of the city, over a broken bridge, headed 1,000 miles to somewhere else.
This is my contrapasso.
