San Francisco, California, 1947!
Mecca of the Market Street Commandos, Benares of the Booze Fighters..
So Giz Lish corners me under this mistletoe and grass pinata at the Richelieu and says to me, "What’re you gonna do when you grow up, like after the Booze Fighters?"
I take this chick by her shoulders and get my eyes level with hers and give her my no more bullshit look, "Honey, there ain’t no after the Booze Fighters."
And man, I ain’t never kissed a woman the way I kissed that jazzy babe.
She liked it.
(c)1997 Pete Ahrens