The last time we were in Nawlins, we were walking down Bourbon Street at dusk, and all of a sudden I was body slammed, and found myself in a bear hug, crashing through the doors to some sleazy ass bar. I thought I had a major problem. As it turned out, I didn’t.

The guy who captured me was a friend I went to high school with, and hadn’t seen in a long long time. We had a magnificent time, but I’m sorry to say…he is now in prison.

I have some great friends.