Monday, June 11, 2007

My Friend Has Been Murdered in New Orleans....

I guess it was bound to happen. A close friend of mine has been killed in New Orleans. Murdered. By a close acquaintance or by a random act of violence? I won’t know until Tuesday morning perhaps.

I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe it. It still hasn’t hit me yet. Yet, I am sadder than I have felt in years. And I am angry. I hate New Orleans—the police and the administration which can’t make the city a safe place to live and rebuild. And I am shook to my core….

And I HATE how I have to turn you into a “blog-comment,” my friend Robin. I should be talking to you in person in August when I come back home. I should be chatting with you in the barber’s chair when I get my hair cut. We should be reminiscing about all the things we have shared since we first met in 1999. When Bobby used to cut my hair. When Bobby died. When you were the “King” of Decadence (the poster is still up at the Golden Lantern—and if you don’t know where that is, then you just don’t know “gay” New Orleans).

I love you Robin—you were always a great friend. And as much as you lamented at times being in New Orleans because of the crime, you relished the wonderful lifestyle and quality of life here in the city.

It is interesting how I mourn you in the “technological” age. I will write an incredible tribute to you here. So all can see. But, given all there is in the world, I would rather noone know about you here so that I can see you again in August—to see that you are safe, alive, and well.

Goodbye, my friend. I will see you very soon. You will be in my thoughts daily. And, as the spirits surround you, I will wish you were here instead….

6 comments:

Vicky said...

I am so sorry.

Ray said...

I'm sorry, Bill. I don't really know what to say.

Leigh C. said...

Damn, I'm very, very sorry. I wish I could say or do more.

Banzai Bill said...

Thanks for all your thoughts. It is such a surreal experience. We aren't supposed to see our friends get murdered....

Here's my favorite "Robin" story I thought I'd share here with folks. It is one of my best memories of post-K New Orleans.

One of my fondest memories of Robin is right after the storm. I was back the first week in October 2005. I ventured into the Quarter my first night back (I was staying with my friend Rhonda in her shop on Decatur Street) and I ran into many people, including Robin. We sat in his salon talking about post-K stuff, when I told him that I saw Margaritaville load pallets of "old" beer on the sidewalk outside their store. He wondered if they were free for the taking. I said I didn't see why not. So, we first filled my "Red Cross" ice chest up with "Red Cross" ice, and then we headed to Margaritaville to pick up a pallet of beer. We actually carried two back to his shop. Noone stopped us. Even more surprising--noone else was taking the beer. We were running through the streets of NOLA with pallets of beer, acting like kids who had found the key to the candy store. We dropped the pallets off in the store, laughed our asses off, and then proceeded to begin drinking from our bounty. By the time we reached our third beer, we could see other people "running" down the street with pallets of Margaritaville's beer. We laughed some more--we felt like we had started a "movement" for beer looting. Robin was rolling on the floor--"we're looters, man. We're looters!" It was a great way to return to the city.

I will miss Robin. I can't believe he's gone.

Thanks again for your thoughts. I'll be back in town either Thursday or Friday--depends on when we bury Robin.

Banzai

Marco said...

Very tough to lose a good friend. Sorry.

Angel with a crooked halo said...

wonderful post about a shared lost friend- we became friends when i tended bar at goodfriends- he was part of the welcome wagon this city rolled my way that turned me into another damn yankee who will never leave.