Stop in for a cup of coffee

The first time I saw George Thorogood wasn’t when he was on stage. It was back in college before he broke out in the business. He had finished a local club gig at the Deer Park Tavern in Delaware a couple of hours earlier and was being helped out the front door by a couple of his band mates.

They had stayed after the show and drank their asses off. I was walking in around midnight as they were coming out and George passed out and slammed face first into the deck right at my feet.

He had drank a lot more than 1 bourbon, 1 scotch and 1 beer.

:lol: