Grabbag returns to Tallahassee this weekend for an afternoon backyard party with the FAKE LIFE crew. It’s been a couple of years since we’ve been to Tallahassee and it’s been even more years since Scooter and I lived there for a year. I wonder if the memories of Leon County Jail still reverberate in Scooter’s mind. After the cops drove him away, I called the jail all night until they finally told me they set bail at $500. I had that shit raised up by 8 AM, thanks to Rico and DJ Blaze. The three of us hopped in the DDT car (1980s Chevy Celebrity with big gangster letters in the rear window, a total cop magnet) and rode on down to the lock-up. I started waiving the money in the cops’ face and demanding Scooter’s release. They balked. They disappeared. Then they just let old Scooter out without bail. He looked pretty rough. We got home and he slept for the rest of the day.
I’m glad we’re coming back to Tallahassee. Maybe for old time’s sake we’ll pack Black & Milds with bud and smoke while walking down Tennessee Street between the Winn Dixie and TCC. One time I was doing just that when I saw a homeless dude run out of the Winn Dixie with a shopping cart full of pilfered booze. He was already across the street and around a corner by the time a manager and a teenage bag boy ran out after him. They got to the end of the parking lot, where I was standing, then they stopped. I heard the manager say to the bag boy, “He did the same thing yesterday.”
Do we still have friends in Tallahassee? If so, I’d love to see them at the FAKE LIFE party on Saturday. There is a certain ex-Grabbag member that still calls Tallahassee home, I believe. I doubt he’ll show, unless someone tells him there will be teenage girls there. Then he will fill an empty bottle of Dom with Boone’s Farm and sport a giant Donald Duck shirt and show up for the let out.
D. Puckis
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