Pedja's back in town, Eastern European Style

So I'm stumbling home drunk...it's about a 1/2 hour sway uphill from the drinking hole we were all at-to what I call home. All I have to do is keep my head down, avoid all the homeless guys on St-Denis, walk straight in my flip flops, and stop hickuping. Forget calling a cab, I can't afford it (and if Pedja knew, he would've insisted on paying).
Yes: Pedja's back in town for a couple of weeks before his next leg of touring, and of course he's insisted that he take Anes, Georgi and I out for drinks (for old & good times' sake of course!) You see, before his lucky break Pedja was in Les Gitans de Sarajevo. Although perceived as some of Montreal's most talented musicians, and yes...decently successful bands, we would all suffer the January-February blues together....

...For Pedja, the winter blues were the stress of scraping up enough money for the rent and student loan payments, for Anes it was the lack of money and the soft call of Bosnia and the deep feelings of nostalgia that come with his homeland, for Georgi it was the lack of money, sunlight, and women. And for me, it was also the lack of money, sunlight and a buildup of angst in regards to my never ending diet of lentils and rice. After all, the Hydro bill started to cut into my food budget.
But now it's August, and Pedja's back in town, wearing brand new American sneakers, nice jeans and finally free of those horrible unfashionable scholar sweaters he used to wear. Now he's got healthy weight on him, a funky hairstyle and some weird happy glow. Yes, he is suckling the tit of one of this province's finer institutions, and shares his wealth with his friends. God Bless Him.

I've been told that I should work on being a better Courvah (whore)...that is, to hustle the gigs a little more...and it is during the hard winter times (and it's easy to reflect on this casually in the month of August) that I'm dying to be a great Courvah so that I too can find a beautiful tit to suckle on.
And if ever I am lucky enough to have my talent heard by those who can afford to hire me and pay me much more than the 600$ I barely scraped together last February (oh how I hope it doesn't happen again next year) may I share my new found wealth with the musicians that kept me warm during the winter, and taught me all that I know about music.