Not the same

Suprisingly i got a call from M whom i met in new orlean 6 years ago. We have been emailing now and then to catch up. He said the reason he call was what happened now in new orlean after katrina. His voice sadly echoed over the phone that new orlean would be no longer the same as the time we met. I was paused for a few seconds. It took such a tragic to notice the differences. Why is that? The stenched smell of urine and vomitus on Bourbon street...my friend L almost called the cop because i did not show up at the the Hotel after a night out...M played the album " trickle" from Olive. When i got back to new york, i was brousing in Virgin store to buy that CD just for the song " i am not in love"... i found it " indulge me". Really! Oh Not to mentioned that i got my niple pierced there and still wear the same piercing since. How semimental.