The Art of Bartending.

It was like the opening scene of Clockwork Orange. There was me, that is, Mr. King, and my bosom chums, Sweetboy, and Shugee, Shugee being really frickin’ dim. We sat at Wit’s Inn trying to make up our minds what to do with the evening, a hot August bastard of a night, unseasonably dry.

That was last night. I am sure all four of us woke up with katzenjammers. Whatever you do, do not order the fruit punch at Wit’s Inn. It will give you diabetes. It is tasty. Shugee loves it. Frickin’ Shugee.

Let me tell you about what happened today from start to finish.

I saw an angel in my dreams. I opened my eyes. My dream came true. I saw Mrs. King. Happiness loves company.

Then, the sky opened up and it rained cats and dogs. This is what happens when lions lies down with lambs. Today was finally a normal August day, such as they are in New Orleans.