Early show is about over, gotta get this bitch cleaned up, ready for the late. I look over, down at the end of the bar, I see two burly white guys, tight black t-shirts, looking in my direction. What’s this going to be about? I walk up to them, not looking forward to it, say, what’s up? Bald guy says, have you seen BT? I say, BT. Don’t know if I know a BT. Is this for the late show? Other guy, with a short mohawk, says, yeah. Think so. We were told to be here at 9. We’re his personal bodyguards.
Oh it’s going to be one of those nights, huh?