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Written by Administrator
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Friday, 24 April 2009 23:55 |
I got drunk. All this happened cause I got drunk on Bourbon Street. It was fourteen years ago, man. I was driving cross the country in my Delta ‘88. Got stuck out in the bayou, and the car ran out of gas. It ain’t had no battery left in the battery, so I just left the car behind and went to the Brantley Center. I didn’t have no choice. It’s a homeless shelter. It’s a scary situation, bro, actually it was. You don’t even know where you’re going or what you’re gonna do. So, I sold hotdogs for a long time. Learned how to juggle the mustard and the catsup like Tom Cruise in Cocktail. That’s good for a five or ten dollar tip every once in a while. I made my money, but it took up too much of my life.
I remember all of it. This is how I started. One night, I got drunk, bro, on Bourbon Street. I saw a silver guy and he was standing still. I said, well I don’t have no money, so I put my empty beer glass in the middle of Bourbon Street and I stood up on one foot and I pointed to the glass. Like this. I’ll show you the pose. Just like this. I’ve got good balance, I’m the best, bro. Ten minutes, that bitch was fulla money...
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