and that was the beginning of the night....Well, in total embarrassment, I tried to quit on the spot...but Sal had one of his monkees block the door while he grabbed my jeans and threw them up on the roof with my keys and said , "hit it , you aint quittin', youre fired"....
I called Aunt Jean to pick me up, but she lived in an apartment on Wheeler Road...she got there at about 1:45am as I stood out in the rain with no pants, waiting. She was sh!tfaced and drove me down the wrong side of RT.5 but was stopped by MSP. She was locked up, in just her flower housecoat and me in my wet ill fitting BVD's....
want me to go on???