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You’ve lived in Columbia too long, when…
If you’ve heard it once you’ve heard it a thousand times: “Columbia’s like a black hole, man, you just can’t leave. And if you do…you always come back.”
Maybe every city is like that. Maybe everyone everywhere has to harbor some kind of visceral desire to move out of their hometown or the city they went to college in but still haven’t left. But still, you hear it all the time: “I just gotta get outa here.”
For many, Columbia is a transient four-year vacation funded by student loans or parents sending their kids off with a credit card for eight semesters of boozing hardcore in a strange town every night. And when that’s over it’s the same old song: “Should I stay or should I go?”
For some, they may leave their mark before going on to the bigger city nights or a life in the limelight and sometimes they may even bring a piece of this town onto the main stage with them. Think of Hootie’s Darius Rucker and the lines “Someone write the story of Five Points / No one wanted to know me / Now they all have opinions of what we do / So they go down to Bar None so we can have a drink or two.”

Others move here, fall in love with it, and never leave. With a nearly inexhaustible number of bars and restaurants in the city for real who can blame them? There’s a couple museums, theaters, comedy clubs and of course the Gamecock shrine of Williams-Brice stadium. Love it or hate it, Columbia is a city unlike many others its size in diversity. From the Greek Village to the Vista West, from Club RA to the Art Bar, the capital city where friendliness flows is one of a kind.
But like any other city, dissension persists and both the transient and the townie will someday say, “I’ve been here just too damn long.”
So the next time you meet someone and ask them where they’re from and they do the shuffle of the feet, the glance downward and the mumble of “I’m from here,” we’ve complied a list to determine if what should follow should be “maybe a little too long.”
You’ve ever taped a BUSCH beer box to your dorm room door with the “B” and the “H” torn off.
You know where to park in Five Points on Thursday night and not get towed.
You know what “Rainbows” are. And you’re wearing them right now. And it’s February.
You know where to get beer on Sundays even if you have to buy them can-by-can over the counter.
The bums in Five Points call you by name.
You know someone who knew someone who knows someone whose grandmother’s slave had sex with Strom Thurmond.
You think the USC vs. Clemson game is a Federal holiday.
You’ve gotten into an argument with someone over the difference between a palm tree and a “palmetto” tree.
You know what a P-bug is.
You know who Bob Peeler is and you miss his big red pick-up truck parked next to the State House.
You can’t remember the last time you saw a real hippie.
You miss Sherlock Holmes on Main Street.
You know what “croakies” are. And you have them on right now. And you’re not in Pavlov’s.
You’ve seen yourself on ESPN’s College Gameday waving a rebel flag around and you weren’t making a joke about it.
You ever puked at the Five Points chili cook off.
You actually miss “Mr. Knows it”
You remember when the guy in the black Santa suit lit the Confederate battle flag on fire at the State House and you think he had the right idea.
You lament the loss of that hot chick, Carrie, who used to do Trivia Night at Delany’s. Even though she mispronounced the word “granite,” she was still hot, goddam it.
You wear a Carolina class ring and work for The State newspaper.
Meritage went out of business…and you still live here.
You have an original “Kipp Shives story.”
You think the Mojito is the hip “new” drink.
You’ve ever thrown up in the Wachovia parking lot in Five Points.
You know how to get on the roof of Knock Knocks, Sharkey’s, Groucho’s and The Village Idiot, and you still do it when you’re drunk.
You’ve successfully snuck into St. Patty’s Day in Five Points.
You’ve ever pointed out Bates West as “the place where they filmed that Road Rules episode.”
You remember $1 Corona’s at Knock Knocks – and miss it.
You have no idea, and don’t even care anymore, who the hell Wilbur Smith really is.
You’ve ever partied in Whaley’s Mill.
You caught Fugazi at the National Guard Armory or any of the great underground shows at places like Ape City, Club Normal, the old 49 Reasons space on Rosewood or Senseless Beauty.
Jim Beam makes you wet.
If you drank beer at a show at Greene Streets, you’re pretty damned old.
Or if you remember when the place that used to be Elbow Room was a diner.
You remember when 5 Points was a rock culture stronghold.
You’ve ever been forced to go out to Art Bar because MySpace was down.
You’ve ever dressed up as SLED for Halloween.
You can’t go to [name that bar] because you slept with the bartender or bouncer.
You remember Maurice Bessinger dressed in a white suit riding a white horse and NOT wearing a white-sheet and cone hat with the eyes cut out
When the temperature gets below 40 degrees you stock up on bottled water and imperishable goods.
You remember the palmetto trees in Five Points.
You’ve ever rented a house or apartment from state Attorney General Henry McMaster.
You remember “The Commons.” Extra points if you lived there.
You remember when you were allowed to drink beer outside other than Budweiser at 5 after five.
You’ve been evicted by Patton Properties.
You know that “chillin’ at the rocks” means.
You know not to go to Wal-Mart on Sundays if you don’t speak Spanish.
You remember when you could score a handjob on Senate Street from a gay prostitute.
You know the bathroom graffiti at the Art Bar by heart— and quote it regularly.
The highlight of your week is when Free Times comes out on Wednesday.
You know where karaoke is every night of the week and avoid it like the plague.
If you’ve never had a beer with Ruba Say… you haven’t been here long enough.
You ever witnessed a drunken couple having sex in a Buick in the parking lot of that blue and red train caboose on Gervais and Pulaski that doubled as an all-night diner. What was the name of that place?
Or, if you didn’t use profanity at Martin’s “Eats.”
You own every Salty Nut and Yesterdays T-shirt since 1998.
You have a surf rack on your SUV— but, sadly, no surfboard.
You’ve ever been to the Woodshed.
You’ve ever woken up in the morning and said “I don’t know how we ever ended up at Group, but…”
You own a Durkin’s membership card.
You’ve been to a bar and had someone call you by your MySpace name.
You’ve ever said, “We can’t go to [whatever bar] tonight because my ex might be there.”
You’ve worn a pink polo, croakies, Rainbow sandals, a camouflaged USC hat and shorts above the knees all in one outfit. And then you had to change because your roommate had on the same thing.
You miss the $1 “Drunk Trolley.”
You’ve ever been blessed by “The Black Pope” in Five Points.
You still compare every other hot dog in town to a “Frank’s dog.”
You skated The Slab or the Burger King bank.
You remember (or more likely have a hazy recollection of) a Rockafella’s rave night.
You know who Jeremiah is and remember 10 of his catch phrases by heart.
You actually spent more than a semester in the Towers.
You miss Tuesday nights at the Have A Nice Day Café
You remember when you could put USC in your March Maddness brackets.
You drive friends from out of town past the big metal fire hydrant downtown and say “So what do you think of that?”
You’ve ever actually counted the number squirrels on the USC Horseshoe
You have no qualms about Seersucker
You cried when Pearl Jam canceled their show at Rockafella’s.
You consider Groucho’s one of the five major food groups
You’ve ever referred to the Publix on Rosewood as “Club Publix”
You’ve actually said the words “Cola Town.” You weren’t joking when you said it either.
You remember Officer Barton.
You miss the CDP.
Joe Azar is currently running for Mayor and you’ve been mentioned in his e-newsletter
You’ve heard the beer poem more than five times
You’ve been spotted
You had Frankenberry cereal and milk dumped on you at a Bedlam Hour show.
If you remember hearing Nirvana on WUSC.
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