Ought Six; A New Year
Six years ago: at 12am, January 1st 2000, I was in New Orleans, waiting on Canal street for my friend Aric who had to take a leak; of course, he got arrested for pissing on a wall (law enforcement is and always will be a business proposition in the Big Easy), and I didn’t see him for a stretch (I talked to his mom long distance though – he had used his phonecall to talk to her, back here in Maryland. Oh, the fun that was), but neither that nor being pickpocketed by a gay rollerblader at the corner of St. Ann and Bourbon could dissuade me from drinking myself into an absolute stupor, barfing into my hair (almost to my ass at the time) and weilding a magnum of champagne like a drum major’s mace. I’ve got pictures of me post-gack around here somewhere.
Twelve years ago: I was celebrating my first new year’s day stateside in almost five years. I was 19, and I think I’d had a big joint with my friends at the stroke of midnight, so I was feeling alright, I’m sure.
Eighteen years ago: I was in Bumscratch, N.C., dreaming of not being in Bumscratch, N.C. for much longer.
Six years hence: Texas? Well, lets just hope I’m not wearing cowboy boots and shooting at speed limit signs that I fundamentally disagree with.
Happy New Year 2006. I hope you got a chance to tie one on and boogie.
originally posted Dec 31, 2005 at 4:23pm, EST
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