As some of you know I reside in New Olreans. During the past week I've had some very interesting times. The storm came and me and a few other guys in the neighborhood stayed to protect our properties from looters.
The storm was pretty rough. However the aftermath that followed was far worse. In a weeks time I watched from the front row as an American city declined into something worse than many 3rd world cities.
The first thing we did, after the storm passed, was to asses the damage to the neghborhood. We boarded up and secured homes. Some had doors blown open. Some had windows broken. A couple were just totally destroyed. We rescued pets and returned them to their home, if we knew who the pet belonged too. Then we had beers and steaks. We loked up and saw thousands of stars, that normally would be hidden behind the glare of the city lights.
The first night after was not to active. Most of us were still in shock at the carnage. We had assumed that like storms of past years everyoneelse would return in a couple of days. We were dead wrong. Everyone that stayed behind in our little slice known as Algiers Point was alive and well after the storm. For that we were thankful.
Day 2 was miserable. Ice was starting to melt in the coolers and fresh foods would soon spoil. We talked one of the employees of one of the pubs into opening up and getting the ice in the ice maker before it vanished. This we gave out to all in need. During this day we saw only 1 looter. Since they were carrying food we let them pass. We setup a house on each street to be manned by those there. We divided the night into watches. However most of us were in so much shock, combined with the suffocating heat and humidty, we could not sleep.
Day3 Reports of looting of nieghborhood stores and gun shops circulate. Everyone now walks the streets openly carrying firearms. A standard is set that as long as someone has only food or water they can pass. Those with tellevisions , furniture, radios, dvd players and such will be stopped. If they resist or pose a threat they will be shot. We manage to find a land line that works in one house to which I had keys. This line is not fully functional but is the only outside link. I call my girl to let her know I am alive and have her relay the message to my family. Upon leaving this house I see 3 boys and 1 girl wearing the typical untucked white t-shirt and baggy pants scoping houses on that block. They didn't appear to notice me on the porh due to some damaged limbs hanging. 2 of the boys walk around the coroner. Meanwhile the girl crosses the street to sit on the steps of a house. The boy left behind begins to approach a storage area of one house. I and one friend approach the shed guns drawn. We instruct the kid to stop and raise his hands. He turns around hands up.
me: you don't live here fucker what are you up to.
ghetto boy: "my aunti lives here"
obvisouly he didn't realize our nieghborhood knew everyone that lived in it. This house belonged to a single white lawyer in his 40s.
me: you fucking liar come out to the street
GB: I tolds ya my auntie lives here I ain't doing nuttin wrong
me: You get the fuck out of here and back to your neighborhood. Inform your homies that this area is off limits.
The boy comes to the street. He appears to be only 13 or 14, his girl across the street about the same age. We decide to let him go and escort him and his friend out of the area. As we come around the corner to collect his 2 friends. We spot one with a pistol out. We instruct him to drop the weapon. he declines. I then proceed to fire and knick him in the shoulder. This resulted in him finally dropping his weapon and him and his friends running like hell.
Later we again eat steaks and whatever meats are about to spoil. We again split the watch and try to get some sleep. We find sleeping outside on the concrete porches to be cooler than inside. However the cushion factor is lower. I manage to get about 3 hours sleep this night.
Day4 We talk with a family that is leaveing to get their 3 girls to someplace better. They offer us all the food they have and water. This is more than I needed. I give this out to some people that mentioned they were low on supplies. We finally see an Aid Station set up. It arrives with no warning or announcement. It stays for 2 hours before disappearing. Most never knowing it was there till afterwards.
We have car of gang banger wannabes drive down the street. They begin talking shit with a friend who just left my house. As they continue me and another guy stand up on the porch and aim our weapons at them. They get the hint and leave.
We finally see a police car come down the street. The officers stop and ask us what we are doing with all the guns. We inform them we are protecting ours and the nieghbors homes. They state we can walk around with guns as long as they are visible. They also state "roll them to the sides and we'll pick them up later"
Night comes as a repeat of the other nights. The helicopters still circle the sky. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. Some of which was of the automatic flavor. Around 2 AM we see someone leaving a house carrying a television. I can't believe I'm witnessing a TW cliche IRL. I chuckle to my self inside. We inform the guy to put the televison down and raise his hands. He puts the televisondown and then reaches for something in his pockets. We open fire. He goes down with 5 shots to the chest. We check his pocket and claim his 9mm el cheapo brand pistol for our arsenal. He's then loaded on to the back of a pickup truck and hualed off to the main street that divdes his nieghborhood from ours. We dump him on the neutral ground to serve as a warning for other would be theives.
Day5 During the phone call routine one guy finds out his wife is in the hospital. He not having the car has no way to get to Baton Rogue. I offer to take him. We were running low on beers and cigarettes anyways. Knowing I will not be able to return once leaving I leave my keys to the house with friends. I leave spare ammo to those staying as well.
We'd heard reports of the shitheads shooting people in cars and taking them. So off we go , guns in laps, taking some back routes to avoid the major bottlenecks. 1 blcok out of the neighborhood we encounter a young man who seemed to appreciate my car. As he approaches waving his gun I fire a couple of shots at him. I love the shoot the car jacker law in this state. I proceed to continue down the road. a couple of blocks latter a young fool stands in the middle of the road with his gun out. I increase speed and turn this carjacker into a speed bumpI believe I just clipped his legs with my right front fender. And of we continue to Baton Rogue.
I drop my buddy at the hospital and try to contact my girl. I knew she was in Baton Rogue, just not where. I finally get ahold of her 2 hours later. We hook up and I sleep for 14 hours. I know have a trailer in Port Allen. I decided to take a vaction and come to Arkansas to visit my father and relax a couple of days.
The End
Cliffs: fuck you mother fucker
The storm was pretty rough. However the aftermath that followed was far worse. In a weeks time I watched from the front row as an American city declined into something worse than many 3rd world cities.
The first thing we did, after the storm passed, was to asses the damage to the neghborhood. We boarded up and secured homes. Some had doors blown open. Some had windows broken. A couple were just totally destroyed. We rescued pets and returned them to their home, if we knew who the pet belonged too. Then we had beers and steaks. We loked up and saw thousands of stars, that normally would be hidden behind the glare of the city lights.
The first night after was not to active. Most of us were still in shock at the carnage. We had assumed that like storms of past years everyoneelse would return in a couple of days. We were dead wrong. Everyone that stayed behind in our little slice known as Algiers Point was alive and well after the storm. For that we were thankful.
Day 2 was miserable. Ice was starting to melt in the coolers and fresh foods would soon spoil. We talked one of the employees of one of the pubs into opening up and getting the ice in the ice maker before it vanished. This we gave out to all in need. During this day we saw only 1 looter. Since they were carrying food we let them pass. We setup a house on each street to be manned by those there. We divided the night into watches. However most of us were in so much shock, combined with the suffocating heat and humidty, we could not sleep.
Day3 Reports of looting of nieghborhood stores and gun shops circulate. Everyone now walks the streets openly carrying firearms. A standard is set that as long as someone has only food or water they can pass. Those with tellevisions , furniture, radios, dvd players and such will be stopped. If they resist or pose a threat they will be shot. We manage to find a land line that works in one house to which I had keys. This line is not fully functional but is the only outside link. I call my girl to let her know I am alive and have her relay the message to my family. Upon leaving this house I see 3 boys and 1 girl wearing the typical untucked white t-shirt and baggy pants scoping houses on that block. They didn't appear to notice me on the porh due to some damaged limbs hanging. 2 of the boys walk around the coroner. Meanwhile the girl crosses the street to sit on the steps of a house. The boy left behind begins to approach a storage area of one house. I and one friend approach the shed guns drawn. We instruct the kid to stop and raise his hands. He turns around hands up.
me: you don't live here fucker what are you up to.
ghetto boy: "my aunti lives here"
obvisouly he didn't realize our nieghborhood knew everyone that lived in it. This house belonged to a single white lawyer in his 40s.
me: you fucking liar come out to the street
GB: I tolds ya my auntie lives here I ain't doing nuttin wrong
me: You get the fuck out of here and back to your neighborhood. Inform your homies that this area is off limits.
The boy comes to the street. He appears to be only 13 or 14, his girl across the street about the same age. We decide to let him go and escort him and his friend out of the area. As we come around the corner to collect his 2 friends. We spot one with a pistol out. We instruct him to drop the weapon. he declines. I then proceed to fire and knick him in the shoulder. This resulted in him finally dropping his weapon and him and his friends running like hell.
Later we again eat steaks and whatever meats are about to spoil. We again split the watch and try to get some sleep. We find sleeping outside on the concrete porches to be cooler than inside. However the cushion factor is lower. I manage to get about 3 hours sleep this night.
Day4 We talk with a family that is leaveing to get their 3 girls to someplace better. They offer us all the food they have and water. This is more than I needed. I give this out to some people that mentioned they were low on supplies. We finally see an Aid Station set up. It arrives with no warning or announcement. It stays for 2 hours before disappearing. Most never knowing it was there till afterwards.
We have car of gang banger wannabes drive down the street. They begin talking shit with a friend who just left my house. As they continue me and another guy stand up on the porch and aim our weapons at them. They get the hint and leave.
We finally see a police car come down the street. The officers stop and ask us what we are doing with all the guns. We inform them we are protecting ours and the nieghbors homes. They state we can walk around with guns as long as they are visible. They also state "roll them to the sides and we'll pick them up later"
Night comes as a repeat of the other nights. The helicopters still circle the sky. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. Some of which was of the automatic flavor. Around 2 AM we see someone leaving a house carrying a television. I can't believe I'm witnessing a TW cliche IRL. I chuckle to my self inside. We inform the guy to put the televison down and raise his hands. He puts the televisondown and then reaches for something in his pockets. We open fire. He goes down with 5 shots to the chest. We check his pocket and claim his 9mm el cheapo brand pistol for our arsenal. He's then loaded on to the back of a pickup truck and hualed off to the main street that divdes his nieghborhood from ours. We dump him on the neutral ground to serve as a warning for other would be theives.
Day5 During the phone call routine one guy finds out his wife is in the hospital. He not having the car has no way to get to Baton Rogue. I offer to take him. We were running low on beers and cigarettes anyways. Knowing I will not be able to return once leaving I leave my keys to the house with friends. I leave spare ammo to those staying as well.
We'd heard reports of the shitheads shooting people in cars and taking them. So off we go , guns in laps, taking some back routes to avoid the major bottlenecks. 1 blcok out of the neighborhood we encounter a young man who seemed to appreciate my car. As he approaches waving his gun I fire a couple of shots at him. I love the shoot the car jacker law in this state. I proceed to continue down the road. a couple of blocks latter a young fool stands in the middle of the road with his gun out. I increase speed and turn this carjacker into a speed bumpI believe I just clipped his legs with my right front fender. And of we continue to Baton Rogue.
I drop my buddy at the hospital and try to contact my girl. I knew she was in Baton Rogue, just not where. I finally get ahold of her 2 hours later. We hook up and I sleep for 14 hours. I know have a trailer in Port Allen. I decided to take a vaction and come to Arkansas to visit my father and relax a couple of days.
The End
Cliffs: fuck you mother fucker
