This was my housemate, circa 2008.
Gawd I fucking hate this town sometimes.
Thanks, you guys, for the well-wishings. And no; I don't hate New Orleans now. Not really. Truth is, if it weren't for living in such an amazing, magickal, loving town such as ours, shit like this would kill me. I can't ever stay mad with Her for very long.
Ahmad -and his bezzie Terrance- and I had had a falling out as a result of the living situation (I know, big surprise there, when we're talking about ME lol). We hadn't been in touch for a few years... Till I took that stupid job in the shop on Bourbon St.
I ran into him outside of Crazy Corner, maybe three months back. We hugged. It was loud and we were both in a hurry. At one point, we both looked at each other and blurted out, "Dude, I'm SOOOOO sorry for the way shit went down!"
And we both said the same thing. Water under the bridge, my friend. Time heals. We hurried off, to our respective places, promising to keep in touch, to not let another five years come between us.
And I'm guessing now, that if he and I could forgive such a stupid, nasty conflict between us, then I can find it in me to forgive New Orleans, for allowing a horror like this to deprive our community of such an amazing person as Ahmad.
I have to forgive. Lest I become as evil and desperate and angry and crazy as the scumsucking motherfucker who took our brother from us.
Guys? Not for nothing. But today? While y'all are out in the world, try to come up with something you can manage to forgive, and let go.
Do it in the memory of Yet Another Neighbor who is no longer with us. Do it because being angry is stupid. Do it because love trumps hate.
Who loves you, Ahmad Sheppard? I do, that's who.