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It was late 2005 when the change happened. The Catholic guilt was lifted. I’d begun working out, jogging, weight lifting, and eating right.
I’d just purchased my brand new Corvette and was taking trips across the country, shopping for a new wardrobe that I believed would suit my sense of style.
A luxury apartment in Las Colinas was my home after the destruction of Hurricane Katrina.
Creole Gaudet
“Nah… I’m going to ride the DART. It’ll give me some time to sort things out in my head. Make a plan for us, you know? And if they are watching, fuck ’em, they’re not going to follow once I’m out of Las Colinas.”
“Yeah. It should be six hundreds and the rest in twenties.” Sway started a count, facing and edging. “Tyler, it was so easy, I got worried it might be a setup. He was more nervous than I was. I don’t think he’d ever paid for pussy before.”
“Look at you. You’re so cute… All embarrassed.” She wiped across my brow with the tips of her fingers. “You’re sweating…and blushing.”
It’s the early 2000s, and I’m such a young and gentle fella. Here I am in my acting class with one of the best acting coaches in the Country, Mr. Gary Grubbs, whom I first met on the set of Runaway Jury. However, there was a change happening within. I was finding and discovering myself, evolving and coming into my own. And no, being in the movie industry had absolutely nothing to do with it. I’d discovered that I was in the early stages of freeing myself of Catholic guilt! Once that realization sank in, there was no turning back!
Creole Gaudet
I slipped from the celebration, stealing away to the bathroom. I carefully tore off the edge, fanning out the bills with my thumb for a quick count. All hundreds. Cami had come through as promised.
“How did she get there? Where did she come from? If Adam and Eve were the first people on earth, they had two boys, Cain and Abel. Cain kills Abel, which leaves only Adam, Eve, and Cain. Where did his wife come from?”
“No, the political organization formed by Bobby Seale and Huey Newton in Oakland. But I lean more to James Baldwin.” A subtle warmth came over her. “I’ve read everything he’s ever written.”
Set in New Orleans, Camilla is the open-ended story of Dillon, a handsome young rock musician on the brink of stardom, who meets Camilla, a beautiful girl from a wealthy family.
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Creole Gaudet
As I took her hand, a silver sedan slowed. The window powered down. I stepped in front of Sway as I eyed the driver. A middle-aged white man with a salt and pepper Caesar cut and matching beard. Dandruff sprinkles rested securely atop his shoulders, embedded into the mesh squares of his faded medium blue polo.
Riding shotgun was a pale-skinned Rubenesque with a jet black bouffant. Her icy blues darted behind a stiff, puffy, collagen-injected mask.