The Emperor of Chartreuse

A true story by Jay Slusher. Art by Eric Styles.

Some time ago in New Orleans, it was early Sunday morning coming down, about the winter of 2010 and I was slinging booze out of the alley bar in 300 block of Bourbon Street at the time. I had the gig for a couple of years and was a licensed bartender finally after years of working barback and security. I was making good money and having a great time. My good friend, drinking buddy and boon companion, LM, had met up at the Erin Rose after a long night at work and started pounding booze.

A little backstory on LM: he was legendary in the Quarter for his excessive consumption of green Chartreuse, a vile concoction brewed up by some demented monks in a French Alps monastery. The shit is disgusting!

LM had gotten me drunk on Chartreuse once and fuck my life because it’s also in my top 10 worst hangovers–ever! My hair hurt, made me sick to my stomach and my toilet needed an exorcism.

He was well known for getting motherfuckers shithouse-wasted on it that back in the day. We’d get rookie bouncers at Bourbon Blues Club, Razzoo or Famous Door, usually some early 20s cocky kid, bragging they could drink us veterans under the table and we’d be like, “really? We would call Cat’s Meow to see if LM was working. The kids would get nervous after we closed, and after they took out the trash and furniture, and we’d chant in unison: “LM! LM! LM!” We’d meet up at Johnny White’s, where LM would initiate them.

If they survived, i.e. made it to work the next day, they’d usually come in cursing the lot of us. We knew they’d usually survive in our sordid underworld. Aside from the Chartreuse fuckery, LM is a great emcee and deejay. The Mouth of the South! The MAN with the golden voice. I met on the first day I worked on Bourbon Street in the late 1990s and he was always a good friend to me ever since. We have seen each other at our best and when both of us looked like a Johnny Cash song, but he has always been cool as fuck to me.

In fact, at one point, Johnny White’s bar on St. Peter Street sold more Chartreuse than any bar in the world because of LM. The fuck?

Back to the night at Erin Rose. There was Damian, a friend of ours who worked the door at Rick’s Cabaret, and his girlfriend Rain (not to be confused with my good friend Jennifer Collins, also named Rain). Rain was a hot-as-fuck dancer and deejay for Rick’s: lean, mean, tatted-up, pierced and cool as fuck.

Damian was a gutterpunk when I first met him years ago. I actuall kicked him out of a few places I worked at, but he eventually cleaned up his act, got a door gig and then landed Rain as his girlfriend. You go boy!

All three of us–Damian, Rain and myself–were pounding booze and talking mad shit at the Rose for awhile. Some primo Colombian bam-bam reared its head, also, and we decided to go smoke out on my steps. I lived near the corner of St. Peter and Dauphine streets, near the Gold Mine Saloon and a block from LM. Rain and Damian were staying with LM until they could get a place.

We walked up Dauphine Street at 5 a.m., when most of the Bourbon Street clubs are closed, but there’s still the usual assortment of hustler boys and transvestite prostitutes outside of the Double Play bar. The temperature was dropping and the wind got stronger. A big storm was supposed to hit us from the east at at 6 a.m.

We sat on the steps and I went upstairs to put my pistol and money away, but I still had my keys and Jagermeister lanyard around my neck. I had a bad habit of locking myself out when I was drunk. I was drinking a lot back in those days. I was 42 and thought I was immortal. Legend said I couldn’t be killed with conventional weapons, but I new that wasn’t true. I’m alcoholic, not delusional, yet I still pushed it.

LM left us and he staggered up the street against the increasingly strong wind, which was kicking up trash, debris and dust. Damian and Rain tapped out awhile later, after a final bong rip. I didn’t think any of us could get any more drunk or higher at that point.

I went upstairs and played with my roommate’s dogs for a minute, talking to them in drunken dog speak. I was in my jammies and sweatshirt, about to hit my big airbed, when I hear a knocking at my apartment door. No, it wasn’t the raven, forever more, it was Damian, who was really wasted and there was no sign of rain.

“Dude!? Jay!! You gotta get up here,” Damian said. “It’s LM.”

From there it was all gibberish. I follow Damian in sock feet. Damian was listing to his port side and actually fell twice. I had to pull him up. He was a trooper but he needed to lay down soon. Hell, I NEEDED to lay down soon. I was fucked up as a hillbilly’s checkbook!

We arrived to where LM was and I see Rain sitting against the wall, weeping. She thought LM was dead. He was on the security door in between the buildings and his apartment was in the back courtyard. One foot hung in the door and his right wrist got caught in the gate. The wind gust was at least 50 miles per hour out of the east and when another gust of wind caught LM, the door would swing and he’d make a “come on” gesture with his right arm.

I recently watched Moby Dick, the good version with Gregory Peck, and do you remember the scene where the harpooner Queequeg predicts Captain Ahab will die but return and beckon his men to join him? The whale kills Ahab after he gets tangled in the old rigging and harpoons, stabbing him. Moby Dick dives deep and drowns Ahab after sinking his ship. After Ahab resurfaces, he’s dead and still tangled, but his right arm is beckoning to the survivors. This scene is immediately what immediately ran though my mind. He beckons!

Damian is standing on the street in a drunken stupor, mumbling to himself.

“I couldn’t get him down, man,” Damian said.

I lean in close to LM, stopping the gate with my foot, and I hear him snoring AND see him drooling. It takes me a minute to extricate him from the security gate. I was a lot bigger and stronger then.

I dragged him back to his apartment in the back. Thank the gods of alcohol he lived on the ground floor. I was in no condition to carry his fat us up the stairs with me in my sock feet. It’s pouring water now and I really, REALLY need to lay down. The cold rain woke up the hot Rain and she was still crying even though I had left LM facedown on the floor snoring like a goddamned idling chainsaw.

Never, EVER put a drunk on their back. That’s how you Jimi Hendrix, or drown in your own vomit. It’s a horrible way to die and I’ve saved a lot of motherfuckers from that fare of the years, with some I came to regret. I finally got home, soaking wet and STILL wasted as fuck. Thank the gods of alcohol I was off work the next two days–my weekend.

Several day slater, I’m getting breakfast at Deja Vu when I see LM, Rain and Damian walk in.

“Hey Jay!” they said. “What the fuck happened to us the other night? We all woke up on the floor with the door open and it was storming outside…”

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New Orleans Coroner identifies 36-year-old man found deceased on Decatur Street

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An official from the Orleans Parish Coroner’s Office on Friday identified the man found deceased on the sidewalk along Decatur Street Wednesday as 36-year-old Troy Beard.

New Orleans Police responded to a report of an unclassified death in the 1000 block of Decatur Street on Wednesday shortly before 9:30 a.m., according to records.

Beard’s cause and manner of death are still under investigation, according to Jason Melancon, a Coroner’s Office spokesman.

New Orleans mayor, doctors to hold COVID-19 vaccine virtual town hall Dec. 21

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New Orleans Mayor LaToya Cantrell and city health officials will hold a virtual town hall meeting Monday, Dec. 21 to discuss information relating to the COVID-19, including distribution and timelines.

The meeting is scheduled for 1 p.m. to 2 p.m., CST and will include a question-and-answer session by Cantrell; Dr. Jennifer Avengo, Health Department Director; and local community health specialist, Dr. Eric Griggs.

The panel will provide information on eligibility for the vaccine and will also address misinformation.

To join the meeting, dial 415-655-0001. The meeting ID number is 146 803 9832.

Participants can also join the meeting via WebEx at this link.

Questions to the panel can be sent by dialing 504-470-0740.

Louisiana health officials announced earlier this month that they expected to receive up to 39,000 doses of the coronavirus vaccine.

More information on Louisiana’s vaccine rollout can be found here.

Man arrested after fake bomb threat prompts NOPD response, Jackson Square evacuation

(Photo: NOPD evacuated Jackson Square following a report of a bomb threat Friday | Eric T. Styles)
New Orleans Police arrested a 42-year-old man following a report of a fake bomb threat near the intersection of Decatur and St. Ann streets Friday.

The threat was reported at about 9 p.m., prompting the evacuation of Jackson Square and a portion of Decatur Street, according to New Orleans Police.

Technicians later determined the package was not a bomb, according to New Orleans Police.

Police detained a man, identified as Steve Nguyen, who was later arrested and booked into Orleans Parish Justice Center on suspicion of one count related to a fake explosive device shortly after 3 p.m. No bail amount was listed.

The incident was reported roughly 30 minutes after a police standoff in the 500 block of Dauphine Street.

Nguyen | Graphic by Eric T. Styles.

14-year-old male juvenile arrested in connection to French Quarter, business district armed robberies

A 14-year-old male juvenile was arrested in connection to several robberies that occurred in downtown New Orleans and on St. Ann Street in the French Quarter in November and December, according to New Orleans Police on Tuesday.

The first incident occurred Nov. 24, shortly after 7:30 a.m. in the 600 block of St. Ann Street where the juvenile, who wasn’t identified because of his age, held a victim at gunpoint while an adult accomplice, identified as 23-year-old Joseph Ruffin, took their wallet and other personal items, according to New Orleans Police.

Ruffin was later arrested that same day and booked into Orleans Parish Justice Center on suspicion of illegal possession of stolen things, possession of marijuana, possession of counterfeit cocaine and two armed robbery-related charges, records show.

The second incident occurred later that day, on Nov. 24, when the juvenile allegedly followed a female victim into a parking garage in the 900 block of Girod Street.

The juvenile implied he had a gun by holding his hand in his jacket pocket and demanded property from the victim, who surrendered her keys and purse, according to New Orleans Police, adding the juvenile fled the scene in the victim’s vehicle.

A third robbery incident occurred on Dec. 4 around 9 a.m. when a 78-year-old female victim was walking in the parking garage in the 400 block of O’Keefe Street where she noticed the juvenile was allegedly following her.

The victim was able to get into her vehicle and exited the garage before interacting with the suspect, according to New Orleans Police.

Then, in a separate incident, the male juvenile entered a stairwell of the parking garage where he allegedly encountered another female victim, grabbed her hair and demanded her car keys.

The male juvenile allegedly took the victim’s purse and emptied its contents before assaulting her, causing her to fall. The juvenile kicked the victim while she laid on the ground, according to New Orleans Police.

After exiting the stairwell, the male juvenile saw the first victim standing outside her vehicle and attempting to pay to get out of the lot.

The juvenile pulled the victim away from her vehicle and drove off with it, breaking the control arm as he sped away, according to New Orleans Police.

New Orleans Police later located the vehicle at a motel in the Seventh District, where the male juvenile was found and apprehended. He was allegedly still in possession of the keys to the stolen vehicle.

Officers conducted a search warrant of room at the location, where evidence of each incident was recovered, according to New Orleans Police.