Yes, like walking out on a tab. See the thing is you coulda made good in Auburn by picking up everyone's tab and instead of everybody still saying, "That fuckin Thrilla is a douche bag leech" everyone would be saying "That Thrilla dude is badass and really didn't mean to run out on his tab".
You had opportunity to go from zero to hero and still fucked it up.
Just sayin'
Then it's my fault for doing just that near the end of the night Saturday night when we were at that new bar on Magnolia. I picked up the tab for you, Garman, and Tarheel before we left for the pizza place. But everyone was so hammered that it's still a fuzzy memory, which is understandable.
It is no big deal for me to do again though, as I'm not a leech. Douchebag, maybe, but leech, no. And I was in a state of titty euphoria last year when I made the mistake of walking out. Hadn't been to a flop in 4 years prior to that night. I will have my head on straight next time!