There was an open stage down at this little bar called Raw Sugar Sunday night. Couple of us decided to check it out; plus they had Beau's on tap. It was a tiny little place with only one beer tap. There was also only one girl working. She got a little scared when French asked her: "How rowdy can we get in here?"
We listened to a couple of fine singers, and we started buying rounds like we did back at university. French finally took off his cowboy hat and hit the stage with his guitar. French had everyone take off their hats as well. Then he told everyone to stand up. Pancake, Sweaty, and I all got up right away; everyone else followed suit. He then sang I Shall Not Be Moved Johnny Cash style. French had 'em all singing and clapping. Excellent finish to the night, or so I thought. There was one more little adventure worth mentioning.
Pancake was hungry - as usual. We hit up some stale pizza then headed out into the rain. Outside French immediately started to talk to a homeless man who was missing one arm from the elbow down. The homeless guy said: "Can you spare a little for a fella that just had the worst day of his life"? French looked at his stump, handed him some money and said: "Worse than the day you lost your hand?"
That was damn good point. We all gave him some cash and a few slices too.
Linked to Imperfect Prose - Redemption.
9 comments:
I was hoping to hear the story about the hat... Maybe that will be next time! Your next entry should be on how the guy lost his arm presuming he told us that yesterday was the worst day of his life and not the day where he lost is friggen arm!
Last comment was mine, not sure why it did not post my name.
Good tale. Employing J. Cash as a back drop was a good technique. Listened the other day to Johnny's version of Springsteen's I'm on Fire. Outta be an anthem
Always an adventure when French is on the town.
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tale nicely told...i am glad you 'saw' him...and took care of him...
I love their names. And their spunk and generosity.
Those are some funky chosen names! I loved this account, it sounds like such a fun night.
I agree with Brian, your writing left me wanting to read more; warm, with blood pulsing in its veins. And like Kati, those names are half the joy. I want to know their back stories.
ooh i loved this! i wanted the story to continue, as so many others did... so glad you linked up.
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