Author: Mike
So there I was…
…down in the conversation pit at Sid’s. There was Sinatra, Bishop, Gleason, Mia, Faye and some other chicks who were there for decoration. Gleason is screwing around on the organ, singing old Irish songs with a swing beat, and – you know how Sid loves his stereo – somebody starts fucking with the tape recorder, trying to record the whole thing. Next thing you know there’s tape everywhere! Gleason is down on the floor wrapped up in this shit, it’s strangling him like some kind of crazy octopus and some of the chicks are freaking out. Then Sid’s dog, that big Doberman, runs into the pit and starts humping Gleason, then everybody else! It was mayhem, total chaos, there’s screaming and booze flying everywhere, Sid tries to get the goddamn dog under control and it bites him, the fucking thing! Gleason is like a beached whale wrapped in seaweed and terrible noises are coming out of the stereo.
So yeah, it was a great party. Going back next weekend, you wanna come?