Austinist: A Friend In Need Is A... Wait, Where'd They Go?

brutha nick

Tue, 21 Feb 2006 10:30:24 -0600

Support themselves? for a while, they were selling newspaper, not bad huh? They were following the paperboy and jacking the rolls off the lawn and slanging them on the corners, still wrapped in the plastic. Mutha Fugging Sweet, that I had to pay them to get my paper back. DAMN

Benji

Sat, 18 Feb 2006 13:13:38 -0600

The one New Orleans metaphor I keep coming back to is the 'party friend' analogy. New Orleans is your 'party friend' you knew in college. He had a cool pad, cool friends, and it seemed like you could always go over to his place to hang out. And you didn't have to call first. Just drop in. Because the party never fucking stops, man. He had good drug connections, knew a ton of hot chicks, and as charming as he was, he never had an overbearing girlfriend that made you go home at four. He was the shit. When you were twenty-two. But now you're thirty. And your party friend is knocking on your door because his house fell down and he wants to know if he can crash on your couch. For a few years.

allen

Fri, 17 Feb 2006 19:30:06 -0600

well put, TC.