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Michael Housers' son was my roommate until I transferred to GSU. Athens is fun and all but I dont really like the whole crunchy heady frat boy combo thing its got going on.
I was never a part of that scene nor was I considered a townie. �Most of my friends were in art school or musicians in local bands or djing at the radio station or just into weird stuff like starting a pirate radio station or whatever. �Square pegs in round holes.
Well you got lucky then cause after being there for two years I about wanted to jump off the top of the GA theatre.
I'm sorry they got to you.� I used to deliver pizza for a downtown italian eatery and I used to slow down to let those drunken frat boys cross the street when I was trying to get out of downtown to deliver.� Each time they would take their sweet time and piss me off in the process.� Since I drove stick, I learned that the best way to deal with them was to continue careening toward them in neutral and revving my engine like I was going to plow them down.� Fuckers would run each time.� I learned to apply this to everything that would bother me about them.
What would probably throw you for a loop these days is the new breed of frat boy. The druggie jam band loving frat boy. They like to talk about crystals, fractals, and also drink and haze. Nowhere Bar is full of those types. I can only explain to so many people why I don't worship Phish like everyone else in Athens.
Who dragged you to the Nowhere Bar? Roadhouse, Engine Room (or Emergency Room as I called it), Manhattan, and 40 watt was where I frequented. My college radio buddies would get me on the guest list for pretty much any show I wanted. I usually drank at my duplex or at neighbors/friends and wouldn't buy more than a pitcher outside.
My wife and I visited Athens last year and we both agreed we were lucky we went to school when we did.