Xanacula is dead

After a comedy improv show and finishing a whole bottle of wine by myself, I drove home from the Marigny drunk listening to the last few tracks of The Fragile.  It was an intense and great feeling.  New Orleans has always appealed to me on a darker side and this simply made me completely comfortable.  The interstate ride off Elysian Fields backed by  ”Underneath it All” sends nostalgia of a relationship from 2008 that I no longer feel burdened by.  The home stretch into uptown is scored by the final track, “Ripe with Decay” a creepy track, but it’s a blanket to me.  The license plate in front of me says, “Give peace a chance”.  A noble idea but I’m at peace.  The final stretch, I cross Nashville just as the manic piano ends leaving silence before the bassline kicks back in.  I turn off Broadway to Panola where a mound of dirt sits that would give David Lynch a hard on.  An empty mixed drink in the street at Panola and Burdette as I make the turn, the final stretch as the drums kick up and Trent begins moaning.  The guitars began swirling and something in my mind says “hit a cat” even though I wont.  Each churning sound marks a yard closer to home. I’m at peace.  23 was the year I figured things out, I have a plan for the future now.  I enter my air conditioned home of my mother’s to relief.  Polyester was not a good choice for this New Orleans night.  Poltergeist III is on, a favorite of mine.  Murphy’s partner from Robocop is in this, and oh my the awesome mirror gags.  But I don’t wanna keep Butters waiting, were gonna play some BLOPS and I’ll rest easy tonight knowing I have a plan for the future.