Buddy of mine comes in around 1:50 AM, hammered, stumbles behind the bar, CLLLLINT. I need a hug…gimme a hug. I oblige. He says, say it Clint, say it, say it for me. What’s that, Huggies? You know what I’m talkin about. Don’t forget, I’ve got your autograph in my wallet. Did. You DID have my autograph in your wallet. Whatever, whatever, I had it in there so long, it disintegrated. Say the line, just say the line. I say, begrudgingly, Gotta charred cadaver for ya. OH MAN, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT. All-right Huggies, I gotta clean this bitch up. You gotta go.
Huggies is an interesting character. He’s a DJ, and plays a very eclectic set. One minute rap, the next minute Black Flag. He didn’t like me the first time we met. He comes up to the bar, says, gimme a shot of Hennessy. And so I go, you know, just cause you’re a DJ, don’t mean you gotta drink Hennessy. Oh shit, CLINT CURTIS IS A RACIST. Sure, whatever you say. We worked through that first impression, and we became friends after that. He’s actually a great guy, very boisterous, with a positive personality. Everything that I am not. Did I mention he likes to hug? That’s why I call him Huggies.
I joke with the sound guy when Huggies is going on stage. Hey, man, you’re not gonna give Huggies a mic, are you? The guy talks from the beginning of the set till the very end. AND HE’S THE DJ NOT THE RAPPER. It’s like, shut the fuck up, Huggies, you’re supposed to let the rappers talk.
But he gives the best shout-outs in the industry. EVERYBODY TIP CLINT CURTIS. TIP YOUR BARTENDER!!!! HE WAS IN BLADE!!! GOTTA CHARRED CADAVER FOR YA.
Before he stumbles out of the bar, he says, all serious, hey Clint, when you gonna write about me in your blog? Well…
I just did.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.