So last night I drive up to NE for a party.
As I enter the house, I am confronted by 5 known nargotic users.
The woman who I am there to see, jumps up elated, rushes to me with a big smile.
She is whistling through her missing tooth and insists that I will not be allowed in unless I let her pick me up.
I do.

It is surreal.
I make myself more comfortable by trying to make a girl playing the piano cry.
Then I blame my offstage heckling on the one guy I don't know.

Footnote: When is Scotty leaving? I saw him twice this weekend, way too many times for a guy who left town.