"Oh Kevin, honey this is Bill. His band is playing next door at the Bluebird tonight!"
My Mom greeted me as I walked into the restaurant one Tuesday night. It was my night off from Rockit's and I was planning on popping over to the Bluebird. First, I wanted to see how business was. Even when I was off work, I was never really off work. It was the early/mid Nineties by this time and the business was…
I was drunk. There I said it. That's it. That's all. There is really nothing more to it. A simple explanation. No-no-no, I know what you're thinking:
"That's just an excuse Burd."
"You know what my friend John always said about excuses." I'd retort politely.
"Excuses are like Assholes...everyone's got one...and they all STINK!"
So no, it's just an explanation. It can't…