Beginning of the summer in New Orleans. Yep, hot, humid. That I can stand. Violent rain storms that come in off the Gulf seem pissed about something. Palm trees and banana trees. Insects. Big insects that ain't even scared of Black Flag. You step on an ant hill down here, the ants chase after you, knock you down and steal your wallet. Flying cockroaches that have to file flight plans with the FAA. My first cup of coffee and smoke in the morning is usually spent with lizards.
I haven't missed Jersey yet.