In the Beginning (Before HPPD)

HPPD

The year was... well, I'm not sure but I know it was the early 90's and I was a short kid with blonde hair and a coonass accent. I lived in a tiny place that was barely classified as a town. I spent my days running around my middle school, kissing any girl that didn't scream(and some who did) and fist fighting with my buddies for fun. Any given weekend you could find me riding around the neigborhood on my BMX or swimming in the bayou behind my house.

Then one day as I was getting home from school my mother broke the news. My father had taken a job as the president of a bank over two and a half hours away. Now, we have all seen the scenario on tv when the kid becomes inconsolable because he doesn't want to leave his friends. Honestly, I was not that kid. I was ready to move and see something new and meet friends. That was just me. I was never afraid of the unkown, nor was I unwilling to try something new. So we packed up and headed to our new home, which was only slightly bigger than the town we were leaving.

Our new house was big and the city felt just like my hometown. It was only later that I realized the marked difference between the two. This town was only a half hour north of New Orleans and it didn't take long to figure out that the inhabitants of this town were city folks. For all intents and purposes, this was an extension of the big city just across the lake.