I finally was able to get back into my apartment in New Orleans today, and I was greated with great news. There was water damage, and only minimal mold. There was a lot of dust, as they had the sheet rock removed from the walls, so that dust was everywhere. I packed it all up, and left. But man. The whole time I was driving down Elysian Feilds, I was wondering when I was going to get back to the US, because it looked nothing like the New Orleans I know and love. It looked like Beirut, or Belfast, or some third world nation that's been in civil war for the last few decades. The slince, man. The silence. I got out of my truck and just stood there. There was no traffic, no horns, no cars, no AC's, to people yelling, no nothing. Just dead silence. All I could hear was the wind, and a crow somewhere off in the distance. It was so eerie. A ghost town, man. A ghost town.