Tonight there are some kids from New York sleeping over. Apparently they are headed to Las Vegas via Mississippi. They spent the last few weeks in New Orleans and somehow seemed to find all of the seedy underbelly of the town that I never see. While in the big easy they had their van broken into a block from the Police Station, and were jacked up by cops twice for basically no offence. Girls told them about being arrested by cops only to have the officers offer sex in return for their releasing them from jail. Two people were murdered a block from where they were sleeping in their van. And in the story to end all stories...A crackhead somehow got in the van and stole their pet ferret. When they went outside to find him he was screaming "I've got your fucking ferret! Give me 80 dollars!". Ian (one of the "gutter punks" in question") tried to wressle the ferret from the man's hands but was scared the man would snap it's neck since he was dangling it by the head. Eventually Ian was able to talk the man down to 20 bucks in return for the ferret. And I almost went to college in this town. When I went to little get-together for possible freshman (we buy you coffee, you give us $70,000 in tuition!) Tulane addressed the crime issue by simply saying it "wasn't as bad as people say".

Did I mention that the name of their ferret is "Hung Over"? Did I mention Ian has a tatoo of safety pins piercing his arm? The Gutter Punk, a species often thought in this area to be merely mythological is alive and well and is driving around Cleveland, MS looking for someone to sell them beer after 1 am.

Sadly, they have no alcohol. Rachelle gave them some vanilla extract and they drank it, straight. Sadly, all the street punk sterotypes seem to fufill themselves. Sadly.