Why John Wayne drank cheap bourbon

I received a package in the mail today and one of the items inside was Mick Taylors first solo album. I highly recommend this, and any albums that Mick plays on. Look at the company he has kept, John Mayall, The Rolling Stones, and Bob Dylan to name a few. I remember a day back in '96 when I received a copy of this album on cd.

It all begins at a party at some girls house. I don't remember her name, but she was a bartender at the Grub Street Grill. Anyway, we were sitting at a table playing cards, old maid I believe. Across the table was a former friend. We used to get along real well until he did me wrong to the point of unforgivability. We had already been in a fight and realized that in such a small town we would just have to deal with each other. Well half way thru the night the urge just hit me. I stood up, grabbed my glass of vodka, and splash, right in his face. I turned to the girl, appologized and went home. I walked into the house and saw a padded envelope on the dining room table. The senders name was Robertta Zimmerman, aka Scarlet, Alice, and the Cats Pajamas, postmark Trenton NJ. Inside was the Mick Taylor cd and a Kieth Richards cassette, Main Offender.

So with my mood lifted I decided I would listen to the cd, the only problem being that I had no cd player. So I headed down to Stuffs. It appears as tho when I was leaving the party, Howie, the owner of Stuffs, was headed to the party. I got there and it was locked up. Or was it? The transum over the front door was unlatched. So I jumped up on the doorknob and pulled myself up onto the small ledge on top of the door. Now for the hard part. I had to lean in and from this crouched possition leap over the wood and glass transum. I made it over with the only catch being my foot on a narrow shelf that displayed bottles from the beer bottle collection. So I sat there drinking my beer and listening to Mick when up walks Howie. As he stood in the doorway asking how I got in I raised my eyes upward. He shook his head, laughed and joined me for a beer.

As for John Wayne, with all the bourbon showers he provided I can only assume that he wasn't buying top shelf.