Bishop’s Crossing

Thirteen years is a damnably long time when you think about it.

Thirteen years is a damnably long time when you think about it.

 

Long enough to get into some trouble, meet a girl, have a kid, and make some mistakes. It’s long enough to realize that you’re an ass and try to take some steps to fix those fuck ups. It’s long enough to mess up a ton more, lose the girl, and to try to take steps toward leaving those mistakes behind.

 

But the real twist is when you hit that fourteenth year and the life you left behind sneaks right up on you and kicks you in the nuts.

 

My name is Jason Bishop, owner of Bishop’s Crossing, a bar here in the French Quarter of good ol’ New Orleans and this is the story of me being on the receiving end of that kick to the nuts.