When you said you go to the juke joints to satisfy a craving for bourbon, guitar, and blues, I took you at your word.
My mistake.
Yeah, I've done my share of tending bar, pushing customers out at closing, counting cash, and cleaning up.
When I was a young bad a$$ (1969..ya I'm old) I worked part time as a bouncer in the most popular night spot in town. I carried a Baby Browning in my pocket. Back then you didn't have a choice of ammo in .25cal. The local law told me if I ever had to shoot someone with that little pea shooter to make sure they weren't on the other side of a screen door.
It's amazing that I lived through those years.
