My trip to New Orleans to spread awareness

Written by Scott Crawley and texted to Lisa Brennan
Posted by Lisa Brennan. Thanks again to Angela Walker for this hassle!

The first text I received from Scott reads as follows:

I can't take my dad's shit tonight. I'm headed to Bourbon Street to blow off some steam, sing and take pics of the freaks! Rock on!

I asked him to be careful and to not drink and he said he would. I'm not sure if he meant being careful, not drinking or both. We all know how out of control Scott can get LOL.

His next text was:

The French Quarter in New Orleans feels like an old friend to me. This part of the city is always pulsating with life, no matter what day or time you're here. The streets are full of interesting and often weird or even scary people, but the party atmosphere in the air is, I'm sure, like it was back in the days of Sodom and Gomorrah. The air tingles with electricity, and the people are ready to rock! He asked me to share his text's with his facebook friends because he knows they enjoy his writings.

His next texting reads:

I'm at the dungeon now. The atmosphere is dark and the music heavy. This place has all the mystery, intrigue, and danger in the air of the vampire bars you might see on tv or in the movies. The walls are a blood red brick and plastered with all kinds of scary, medieval, and twisted decore. Sadly, I'm not allowed to take pics inside. This is, without a doubt, my favorite French Quarter destination. Rock on people, you know I am!!

next text:

OMG Lisa, I just noticed a pic on the wall that I would love to have. It's a painting of a robed skeleton, with a full moon rising behind him, as he sits smoking a joint on a hill, flipping me the bird!! LOL! Rock On!

next text:

I was also singing at Bourbon Cowboy earlier, and I will be posting video. I know the sound quality will suck but who cares eh?

next text, which by the way he was sending to me, Deborah, and Dawn, his kid's mother:

Lisa, Deb, I ran into a typical a.s. moment. The security guard here at the dungeon, who btw is wearing skulls and stars, made me delete the pics I was taking. I complied and, in my typical autistic way, approached him nervously to ask if I could keep the pic I had on my camera of the sign out front of the bar. He rolled his eyes at me and proceeded to talk down to me like I was stupid and said, " I already told you no pics INSIDE! " Ah, isn't a.s. and n.t. conversation wonderful! They'll never understand us! No offense to my Baby Mama!

next text, man Scott can make me feel like a secretary LOL:

I'm now at the Cat's Meow, another Karaoke bar. The entertainers in these singing party bars have an awesome job. They get to sing, act a fool, and even be smartassed and they get paid for it! Rock On! In between their antics, drunk people attempt to sing. With the entertainers being female tonight, I'm hearing the word pussy alot! LOL, women rock! I'm gonna sing now. Rock On!

another text, he never shuts up! LOL:

Lisa, I have seriously come to the conclusion after forty years, that alcohol makes every woman horny! It just makes men worse than normal! LOL! I'm having fun being around all of these crazy, drunk, singers and sinners. I wouldn't even post half of what I've seen and heard! But I am blushing! LOL.

a more serious text:

Here I sit, people all around me drinking, singing, and dancing. There's hardly an expression on my face. I'm just sitting and watching the n.t.'s have a ball while my party is going on inside my head. And none of these maniac's have the slightest inclination that I'm a.s. or how easy a conversation with them could cause me harm, or even suicide! That's why we withdraw and protect ourselves from others. Their actions or words can cause great harm to our minds. And they haven't a clue of our condition. Rock On!

Last text:

Well, it's almost 2 am now, and although Bourbon Street never closes, it's quieter now. Most have gone elsewhere to do what they will. The sound of music spilling from the various bars and the scantily clad women around here lift my spirit as I walk back to my vehicle alone. But I did raise Autism awareness tonight, with a microphone, on a stage, to a bar full of n.t.'s. I told them all about autism and my Aspergers. Hopefully, at least one will get it and try to find out more. Maybe they have a friend or family member who is affected and seeing me tonight will make them want to learn more about us. I am both satisfied and scared as I walk the streets of the quarter, alone.