Chapter One
This was not one of those overpriced hotel rooms in downtown New Orleans. In a place like this, there would be no cheap pillowcases, shaggy bath towels or vomit stained carpets. This wasn’t exactly the room that drunken tourists would use to recover from a long night of binge drinking out on Bourbon Street. This was an exclusive Presidential Suite. The very top floor of a five-star luxury hotel. With its cool marble floors and breathtaking paintings, poor black men like me, are not supposed to be able to afford such luxury or even be allowed to come up here.
Attempting to fight away the nervous butterflies in my stomach, I once again adjusted my cheap powder blue tie before popping several peppermints into my mouth to cool my hot breath. This was indeed a foreign environment
