Beth sent me this and I was so confused. When I opened it on my iphone I was drinking some Crazy Cuvee Pinot Poir a wine pirate friend gave me. The email:
"Last night I received a rather rude awakening. It was 11:50PM and there was a voice on the other end of the phone. “Is this Michael?” At that time of night on a Sunday I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. Eventually I was able to confirm that yes, it was indeed me on the phone. The voice was rough like sandpaper. It was coming from a throat that had seen a few shots of whiskey and a continuous stream of blue smoke. “Remember that time I posted bail for you in Aurora?” OK, that got my attention. But I couldn’t remember if it had been Colorado or Illinois. It’s easy to get in trouble anywhere a place is called Aurora. Then it all came rushing back to me. “Charles?” I asked. “That’s right, Mr. Smith to you. And I need to call in my chit.” I knew this moment would come. A night in Chicago that started harmlessly enough with straight bourbon and Motorhead on the jukebox at the Twisted Spoke eventually ended up with a doughnut fight in Aurora. A doughnut fight where a few well placed crullers actually managed to draw blood from the forehead of a well-meaning security guard. But that’s another newsletter. I asked Charles what he wanted. Which leads me to this particular newsletter offering."