Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Poison Man strikes again...This time Croatia..
Mildred,
First it was Arafat...
then the dude that killed Dimebag..
and now...
Ukrainian presidential candidate Viktor Yushchenko!?!
Poison Man is on the loose...
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&u=/041213/photos_hl_afp/041213180015_z84tghwo_photo0&e=9
At least Ms. USA was saved.
Before I made it for a drink at the Furama Hotel last night, an older church dressed black woman collapsed in the front lobby. When I finally shooved my way inside, Luigi the bartender was serving the Westchester coke-heads their candy. Getting a bourbon on the rocks was like trying to arguing the firing of Tyrone Willingham to a room of Irish Catholics from South Bend.
From the front bar I could see the black church lady being hauled off in an EMS truck. To make matters worse, I headed to the back bar to drown out the thought that Poison Man was on his way to L.A.
The back bar was a tame crowd consisting mostly of:
The local bartenders coming and going off their shifts
Call girls on their blackberries monitoring craigslist ads
Union hotel workers on "Break"
Thinly disguised airline pilots "getting their drink on..."
Singapore airline stewards drunk in full uniform
Marginally famous Detroit Motown singers from the mid 1970s.
Long story short, I got in a little "situation" which I'm still trying to get out of.
I won't bother you with the details.
Is Poison Man going to ruin our New Year's Eve rendezvous?
Concerned in LA County Jail...
Rex
First it was Arafat...
then the dude that killed Dimebag..
and now...
Ukrainian presidential candidate Viktor Yushchenko!?!
Poison Man is on the loose...
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story2&u=/041213/photos_hl_afp/041213180015_z84tghwo_photo0&e=9
At least Ms. USA was saved.
Before I made it for a drink at the Furama Hotel last night, an older church dressed black woman collapsed in the front lobby. When I finally shooved my way inside, Luigi the bartender was serving the Westchester coke-heads their candy. Getting a bourbon on the rocks was like trying to arguing the firing of Tyrone Willingham to a room of Irish Catholics from South Bend.
From the front bar I could see the black church lady being hauled off in an EMS truck. To make matters worse, I headed to the back bar to drown out the thought that Poison Man was on his way to L.A.
The back bar was a tame crowd consisting mostly of:
The local bartenders coming and going off their shifts
Call girls on their blackberries monitoring craigslist ads
Union hotel workers on "Break"
Thinly disguised airline pilots "getting their drink on..."
Singapore airline stewards drunk in full uniform
Marginally famous Detroit Motown singers from the mid 1970s.
Long story short, I got in a little "situation" which I'm still trying to get out of.
I won't bother you with the details.
Is Poison Man going to ruin our New Year's Eve rendezvous?
Concerned in LA County Jail...
Rex