New Orleans Hospitality

I went to eat lunch this afternoon, and I was happy to see one of the old gang. I hadn't seen the fellow in a number of months, and I wondered what he had been doing lately. Turns out he had moved to New Orleans, but things didn't work out so good for him there. He was sitting on his porch one evening, when he was shot four times: head, leg, chest, abdomen. All unprovoked. Lasting debilities. It's a wonder he's still alive! While he was still in the ICU, his mother and grandmother flew down, packed all his stuff, and moved him back.

Makes me nervous about ever visiting the "Big Easy!"