I mean really, demons? Werewolves? Gods and goddesses on the streets (other than those being portrayed on the Mardi Gras floats)? Vampires? Who believes that crap? Heck, I make most of it up each night just to keep from being bored. “And on this spot something spooky happened” or some other load of bull. Everyone who visits the Quarter either takes one or runs into one of these tours passing on the street. I even work as a guide on the “Undead of New Orleans” tours. I sweep floors in the doll store along with a few other unmentionable jobs my mom would kill me over if she knew about. Now I’m not doing bad for a kid whose education is from the backstreets and alleys. My kingdom is the French Quarter and here I reign as prince. You respect Cherise Gautier or I’ll learn you better. And my mother, in spite of her occupation is a lady and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise. I’m just a regular kid… well as regular as someone with a stripper for a mother and a career felon for a father can be.īut as my mom so often says friends are what God gives us to make up for the families we’re born into. I’m not some fancy French fashion designer.
It’s pronounced Go-shay not Go-tee-ay or Goat-chay (that has an extra H in it and as my mom says we’re so poor we couldn’t afford the extra letter). My name is Nick Gautier and this is the story of my life.įirst off, get the name right.
It’s dangerous…Īnd it’s a whole lot of fun and a lot of laughs. The world of the Dark-Hunters® is unlike anything you’ve every seen before.