Page bringing back memories of my first NOLA trip. Actually hooked up with some dudes in the bar at the Columns hotel, I was visiting my sister back in early 90s and she lived near there, they found out it was my first trip and took me around. Ended up in line at Tipitina's, I think, as the sun came up.
Anyway these random locals I hooked up with took me around in their convertible Mustang GT. At one point we are flying down St. Charles, top down, drinking roadies, going like 80, running multiple reds, and we get pulled over. I'm shitting myself, it was a few days before Christmas and I'm going to have to get bailed out of jail my first day in NOLA. But these local dudes don't give any fucks about getting pulled over, and the driver casually hands a business card to the cop.
Cop comes back, tells us to slow down and be careful and gives driver his card back, but it has a staple in it. Cop leaves and I'm like, "Nice get out of jail free card (had somebody from the DA's office on it)! But what's with the staple?"
Driver says, "You get 5 staples."
Reminded me of being in Juarez.