Never get into business with someone you're not sure about.
I always had a sneaking suspicion that Frank might be a fraud. In the couple of weeks after Johnny Rockit's opened, evidence began accumulating. Incontrovertible evidence. Mountains of it. I mean, I had always taken Frank's stories with a grain of salt, but my confidence in them containing even a grain of truth was starting to unravel. It was very disconcerting. Frank had…
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…