My first time in the city of New Orleans was not the best.
My first thing to do was to take the elevator to the second floor of the Metairie Hotel.
It was the lowest level of the hotel, and I was immediately swarmed by tourists, tourists who had been in town to see the Super Bowl.
I was told by the hotel that they had no idea what the hell I was talking about, and that I would need to leave immediately.
The elevator was a beautiful thing.
I had been on it for over two hours.
At first, I was very happy to see it, but the second I walked out, I felt the need to get off it.
I remember going down to the elevator and feeling that something was wrong.
I couldn’t move my feet, and there was this very heavy feeling in my stomach.
I don’t think I was drunk.
It took about 15 minutes to get out of there.
I could have been killed.
The next time I was there was a different time of day.
There were about 10 or 12 tourists that I was staying with and I decided to come out to the street.
I went to a small restaurant with my girlfriend.
I knew they were going to do the cleanup.
They were doing their business and I could see it on their faces.
I started to cry.
I didn’t have a choice.
They had to go to work.
The food had to be put away.
We had to clean up, too.
The whole city was just like a sea of people.
I thought to myself, “This is my city.
I need to clean this up.”
I was on a train that was leaving for New York, and we got off at the next stop.
The police cars that were parked outside of the train station were all set up with police dogs on them, and a couple of people had set up an inflatable police dog on the roof of the station.
We were just sitting there, and they asked me to leave.
I walked into the lobby and started to walk around the lobby, but they stopped me and said, “We have to talk to you.”
They were really nice.
I told them what I had done and they said, ‘What do you mean you need to go back to your hotel?
We’ll be fine.’
“They went to the room where I was.
I sat down, and the next thing I know, I woke up.
My girlfriend was like, “What happened?
“I told her I had no recollection of what happened, but I didn, either.
It seemed like the whole thing had just happened.
The rest of the night was very surreal.
The hotel I was in was very small.
We couldn’t even walk into the main room.
I got to the next hotel and they let me go to the balcony.
I realized I was having a nightmare.
I looked up and saw the stars were shining.
I ran to the hotel lobby and got off the elevator.
When I got on the elevator, the first thing I did was open my eyes.
The second thing I remember was the sound of the elevator doors closing.
The entire place was like a foggy mess.
I wasn’t able to look at the ceiling.
I kept thinking, “There is a lot going on.”
I started crying.
My head was pounding, and my stomach was going.
I said, “‘What happened?’
What happened was they were looking at me, and one of them was saying, ‘We are going to get you out of here.’
“I told him, “‘Oh, my God.
I am not going to be able to do this.’
“Then I started screaming.
I mean, it was a very frightening experience.
My life changed.
I just felt that I had just done something that I never wanted to do.
My heart rate spiked.
I would have never thought that a hotel could take a person who was not drunk and take them outside the hotel and let them do what they wanted to the place.
I woke the next morning, and then I didn’ know what to do with myself.
My whole world was over.
My relationship with alcohol and alcoholics in general was broken.
I ended up going to a therapist who told me to talk about it with a friend.
I felt like I was doing something wrong.
He was like “You need to talk with a psychologist, because this is not something you can just dismiss.”
I remember one of the most upsetting things was the fact that I went back to the restaurant, but it was in the same building.
The restaurant was the same place that I started the whole problem.
I wanted to get into the restaurant and order food.
I saw that the place was full and I saw two people sitting outside the door.
I figured, ‘This is really bad.
This is a sign of something bad