There is something different about the air in Louisiana. One day if you ever visit this great unique state you will understand.
Enter my theory as to why:
The air is alive. Literally. As people have passed away they get trapped in the thick swamp air making it thicker and thicker. Until the air is so filled with spirits that just a step outdoors in July and you feel like you are parting the air with each painstaking step. The sweat drips off your face yet never makes it to the ground. They soak it up.
But this must only be a problem in the summer. Wrong. Because every know and then the temperature drops below thirty. (That is not cold you say) But it is not the cold of which you are used to. It is as though in one small swipe every soul hanging in the live oaks took one deep breath in all at the same time. And the air is at once lifeless. Cutting right to the bone.
Be careful what you say they are listening…
nevercontrary 
I loved Louisiana. I lived in New Orleans for a summer and I loved it so much.
If you loved Nola in the summer you are a true fan 🙂
Alive with vampires! And the REAL Anne Rice vampires, not these Pacific Northwest ones.
Oh I must add that to my theory !
Hey, what’s wrong with our “Johnny-Come-Lately” sissy vampires? I gotta at least make a weak attempt to defend them. Honestly, I’ll take the NOLA version any day.
Sissy vampires aren’t tough enough to hang down here
Man! i just gotta visit there…
There are tons of cool southern cities worth visiting 🙂
I absolutely love this theory of yours. It’s very Creole sounding.
If anyone does decide to visit, i have to recommend visiting us South of Alexandria. Anything north of that is Arkansas by default.
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