Here’s another post that was started and left to collect dust in Google Docs:
“There’s a signifying event in the timeline of a superhero/villain that forces them to take on a secret identity. Peter Parker’s was getting bit by a radioactive spider. Wolverine’s was watching his father murdered in rage. Dr. Doom’s was blowing his face off in an experiment gone awry. Though not nearly as traumatic or horrifying, my signifying event was returning to New Orleans.
Armed with new love and a redeveloping passion that had been bound by the Austin slacker lifestyle, I excitedly and hurriedly broke the news to all of my friends and family. In an instant, I was gone. I could feel the excitement of a brand new old life seeping out of my pores. While Austin had been grand for awhile, it was definitely holding me back. It was causing me to drink too much, not write enough and surround myself with people who didn’t care about either, or anything, for that matter.
This was definitely my chance, for better or worse. I had to finally make an impact before the chances I had to do so ran out. I could do anything, be anything, live a life I create all on my own. In the streets of Austin, I was just some slacker like everyone else. I was exactly who I’d allowed myself to become. In the days before I left, I realized that if I didn’t get busy, all of my chances would eventually run their course, and I’d never make the impact I wanted to. I had to shed who I was there. So, I started rebuilding myself, from the inside out, in a city that was doing the exact same thing.
The first few weeks back, I wandered these old streets of mine with fond, if faint, memories and was allowed to pilot the wayback machine as I told my former love all of my tales of love and woe as a teenager and young adult. In the early days of my return, it was cold and quiet and reflective. The streets and courtyards were clandestine, covert, concealed. Unexpressed, hidden, esoteric. As privy as the word itself: secret.
We walked through our streets, the streets of New Orleans, surrounded by new and old. Alongside brick and mortar, in the ever-expanding tapestry of characters and cocktails, floods and politics, food and masks there were secrets abound. The maze of the city streets, some that lead to nowhere, did nothing to resolve the mysteries.”
It looks like I was leading up to something…but it’s pretty ramble-y. Probably why I dropped it.