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Even the homes in New Orleans have a story to tell.

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Your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his Yeah, but in your head, baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is

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David Crosby with his father Floyd, Ojai, California, 1970

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Joni Mitchell wearing David Crosby’s brimmed hat—Sunset Sound Recorders, Los Angeles, CA, 1967 © Sulfiati Magnuson.

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Mahoney Fast Facts:

Bill and Mary have known each other since 1975. They met during the organized chaos that was Operation New Life.

He knew Roman Lindgren wasn't a good match for Mary, but hey, he was in just a sketchy relationship with Linda at the time, so he kept himself to himself.

The fact that they were divorced within a week of each other is something they can laugh about.

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cuddling

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If you’re an adult, do the stuff you couldn’t as a kid.

Like, me and my sister went to a museum, and they had an extra exhibit of butterflies. But it cost £3. So we sighed, walked past, then stopped. We each had £3. We could see the butterflies. And we did it was great. We followed it up with an ice-cream as well because Mum and Dad weren’t there to say no.

I was driving back from a work trip with 2 other people in their early 20s, and we drove past a MacDonalds. One of the others went “Aww man, I’d love a McFlurry.” And the guy driving pulled in to the drive through. It was wild. But it was great.

I went to a park over the weekend and I was thinking “Man, I’d love to hire one of those bikes and cycle round the park.” It took me a few minutes to go “Wait, I can hire one of those bikes!”

I guess what I’m saying is, those impulsive things you wanted to do as a kid - see the dinosaur exhibit, play in the fountains with the other kids, lie in the shade for 2 hours - you can do when you’re an adult. You have to deal with a whole lot of other bull, but at least you can indulge your inner 8 year-old.

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“Everything Must Glasto”, Melody Maker, 3 July 1999

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virgo sun, aquarius moon & gemini rising playlist

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this is gospel by panic! at the disco

who by david byrne

fidelity by regina spektor

sweet talk by saint motel

so far (it's alright) by the 1975

teen idle by MARINA

lonely boy by the black keys

lonesome love by mitski

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At Home With the Mahoneys'

"Dad, there's a skunk out there somewhere."

A tiny voice sounded clear as a bell from a spot on the couch as the smallest Mahoney made his presence known.

"Not even a 'Hi Dad', huh? Missed ya, Mikey."

Bill Mahoney had just worked what equated to forty-eight hours to one case. Essentially tailing a woman on a workman's comp case all over Tallahassee. Given his background you'd think he was used to it, but no, that dizzy bitch had a lead foot and his borrowed Ford Tempo had trouble keeping up with her. 'Mary's not going to be too pleased with the dent you put in the driver's side fender.'

The voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his late father-in-law chuckled from the depths of his mind. Inwardly groaning as he leaned over the couch to hug Michael, the seven-year-old that had been all but glued to watching Swamp Thug.

”Where's your mother?"

"Out in the garage doin' the laundry. I think she's upset 'cause Wendy went to Kyle house and told her she hated her."

Wendy was their sixteen-year-old eldest child, who was proving to have both of her parent's wild spirit in her. He had gotten the phone call filling him in from Mary earlier that afternoon after he'd stopped to get gas and something to eat. To say that his wife had come undone like he'd ever seen was an understatement.

"Mikey...how long has your mother been in the garage?"

"She made me dinner and then said I could watch TV."

A shrug along with that answer was all Bill needed to find himself pulled into the garage to find his wife surrounded by a cloud of thick, heavy smoke and heaps of neatly folded laundry. It was almost surreal to see his wife smoking, let alone doing it around perfectly folded color coordinated clothes organized by family member. There was a familiar knock at the front door, alerting him of his mother-in-law's incoming to pick up Michael for a Nana and Mikey night. It was a call he'd made to Minnie on the way back before he'd pulled onto Snapper Trail, just passing Minnie's place on Copperline.

He pushed the garage door open and shut it firmly behind him. A stop at the state store had left him empty-handed, but one stop to a friend on the dirt road, and he'd acquired some of Florida's finest home brew shine his Yankee blood had ever had. He had a feeling that his lady love was going to need a drink or two tonight.

"Are we smokin' hers or yours, babe?"

Her bun had seemed to slump a little as her eyes welled with tears again.

"M-Mine."

Bill had never seen such a sad sight as the one in front of him. Mary was usually sunshine and rainbows and giddily goofy. This one was smoking to numb the pain. Large blue-green eyes and slightly humidity curled red locks thrown into a hair clip to keep her neck cool. She was holding out her normal symbol of peace, almost as a beggar would hold its cup out in a night market. For a split second, he was taken right back where he'd left his nightmares. He hadn't realized he'd snagged the joint until he'd taken a hit.

"Our daughter hates me."

That was all it took for Mary's wall to break down.

"All I ever did was love her with my entire heart...and she hates me. I told her I didn't like how that Benson boy treats her. I know who he runs with and I know his parents. That boy would not be missed if something were to happen to him."

A chill went up Bill's spine despite the sheen of sweat that covered his face. Mary was a native to the area and raised by a fierce spirited woman, to add to the fact that Mary had damn good aim made her a triple threat.

"She didn't mean it, hun. Girls and their mothers fight all the time."

"I never packed up my dresser just because I was mad at my mama."

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by danielmercadante

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