When i could go to my friend joe's house at three in the morning, drunk, having just hit a car, asking to be hid from the police, and his parents were not only happy to see me, they would provide me a meal. Not everyone's like that. When you're hiding in the attic because you just hit and ran someone, not everyone's going to come up with a bowl of sea food gumbo. Many aregoing to tell you to leave. So you got to know, where should i go? You got to figure that out. There are houses where you can let it all hang out. And then there are houses and people where you have to be