Can you be homesick for a place you don’t live in? I know I don’t live in Louisiana and haven’t since I was eight-years old. I know I said I was done talking about the road trip. But when I woke up this morning I had the hankering of traveling down to Grand Isle.
This started a whole line of questions. If my mom didn’t leave my dad and move us out to Los Angeles, would I know how to fish, hunt and do all of those outdoor activities? I know it wouldn’t be my dad to teach me these things, but I did have my best friend down the way who I have come to find out hosts a reality show on Outdoor Channel and is the voice of PBR, the Professional Bull Riders circuit.
Then again, would I be more miserable as a gay man? Would I be as much of a pinko liberal as I am now?
But look at the road above. Water water everywhere on the way down to Grand Isle. You could pull off the side of the road and fish. I know I’m being stupid, but…