[quote]jjackkrash wrote:
I just read your post where you tossed the dear departed Dr. Gonzo out of a bar in Chicago. That is an honor in my book. Best Halloween I ever had was in college at Chico State. I went as H.S.T. and was in “full character.” I narrowly escaped arrest and felony charges. Good times.[/quote]
Jack, for you here is ‘most of the story’.
I moved to Chi-town in the early nineties to a) go to grad school and b) be closer to my son, as my newly ex-wife had moved back there with him. I succeeded in b. A) went to the curb because my child support greatly exceeded my monthly stipend. So I did what any 20something, reasonably goodlooking guy would do, and found a way to make money and meet lots of females at the same time: the bar bizz.
Now, my HST incident happened towards the end of my time in both Chi-town and that business. So about 11 years ago. One Saturday night me and my co-manager Dave ended up running the bar together. It was spring/early summer, should have been a great money maker, but for whatever reason the bar gods decided we were going to have next to no customers. Mark, our partner in many crimes and also the bars’ accountant, ended up being the only person we were pouring drinks for, aside from ourselves. So we were very happy at 2:30 a.m. to close up shop. Mark headed to the basement to review the books, and probably do some narcotics, and Dave cranked the Stones while he and I cleaned up shop.
Both Dave and I forgot to set up the front gate. While I was hauling out trash via the back, and he was compiling beer to stock, this tall, older gentleman in a safari hat sat down at the bar. I saw him when I came in and walked over and said ‘sorry sir, we are closed for the night, need you to leave.’
He repsonded “pour me some Wild Turkey and turn the music up louder”. The Stones were already turned up reallllly loud.
“Sir, we are done for the night, come back tomorrow”
“I am going to sit here, smoke this Camel, and listen to the Stones” he said, lighting a Camel, and not one with a filter.
At this point Dave came up with beer to restock, he said “let me take care of this”.
He walked around the bar, and stood next to this person, and said “Buddy, we are closed, you have to leave”.
Response: “Just go about your business or suck my dick”.
Dave: “Buddy, get out of here now!”
Tall, older dude stood up, smoking his cigarette and said “Alright gentlemen, I am leaving, maybe I will come back, maybe I won’t, but I just want to say I am severely disappointed in you two.” And he left.
Dave came around the bar, I poured him a shot of Jack, and I said “What the fuck was up with the Hunter S Thompson wannabe?”
We paused, looked at each other for a minute, and both said “OH FUCK”…
At this point Mark came up from the basement of the bar, we told him what had occurred. His response: “I probably wouldn’t have enough drugs for him anyway”.
The next morning, before falling asleep, I heard on XRT that HST was giving a speech at Loyola, or maybe it was DePaul…
