Zay Smith

He was the most honest, dishonest man you'll ever meet. He was of the city of Chicago. He taught us you've got to follow the rules if you're going to break the law.

He was the most honest, dishonest man you'll ever meet. He was of the city of Chicago. He taught us you've got to follow the rules if you're going to break the law.

A tavern is a city, a whole city come in off the street for a beer. You know, you're caring for a community every day.

A tavern is a city, a whole city come in off the street for a beer. You know, you're caring for a community every day.

We call them the Mirage Menagerie, and they range from Cheeky the gunrunner, a little old guy who suddenly came in one day, a handgun he was trying to sell, wrapped in newspaper. There was a guy named Cowboy Don. Well, Cowboy Don, you could tell from a distance that he was a cowboy. He'd have a buckskin jacket and a cowboy hat. There was a guy they named Football Hero.

We call them the Mirage Menagerie, and they range from Cheeky the gunrunner, a little old guy who suddenly came in one day, a handgun he was trying to sell, wrapped in newspaper. There was a guy named Cowboy Don. Well, Cowboy Don, you could tell from a distance that he was a cowboy. He'd have a buckskin jacket and a cowboy hat. There was a guy they named Football Hero.

But I remember one moment when he looked down at a bourbon he was drinking and said, sometimes all I can remember are football plays and my serial number. And that was Football Hero.

But I remember one moment when he looked down at a bourbon he was drinking and said, sometimes all I can remember are football plays and my serial number. And that was Football Hero.

Well, Lost Weekend was the most intellectual member of the menagerie by far. He was very smart. And he said he was a writer. He said he wrote a piece for the New Yorker once, but he hasn't written anything else. And we couldn't find any record of the piece he said he wrote for the New Yorker. But he had a little problem with liquor.

Well, Lost Weekend was the most intellectual member of the menagerie by far. He was very smart. And he said he was a writer. He said he wrote a piece for the New Yorker once, but he hasn't written anything else. And we couldn't find any record of the piece he said he wrote for the New Yorker. But he had a little problem with liquor.

There had been a full-blown barroom brawl. And what happened was it started with a simple argument about, can I dance with this girl? That developed into a fistfight, and suddenly everybody in the place has a reason to punch out the person next to him. And we had a guy smashing the beer bottle repeatedly on the bar trying to get it to break, and it wouldn't do it the way it would in the movies.

There had been a full-blown barroom brawl. And what happened was it started with a simple argument about, can I dance with this girl? That developed into a fistfight, and suddenly everybody in the place has a reason to punch out the person next to him. And we had a guy smashing the beer bottle repeatedly on the bar trying to get it to break, and it wouldn't do it the way it would in the movies.

Everything settled down, and then we noticed that there was an old tippler sitting quietly in one of the booths, and he had somehow managed to remain unnoticed, sipping a martini throughout the brawl. And he just said, can I have another drink? The service in here is terrible. In our bar, we had a jukebox and a pinball. Our pinball was an Evel Knievel pinball.

Everything settled down, and then we noticed that there was an old tippler sitting quietly in one of the booths, and he had somehow managed to remain unnoticed, sipping a martini throughout the brawl. And he just said, can I have another drink? The service in here is terrible. In our bar, we had a jukebox and a pinball. Our pinball was an Evel Knievel pinball.

And one night, I looked up from the bar, because I heard some commotion at the pinball, and there was this young fellow just shouting at the pinball machine as he played, you scurvy dog, I hate you. I had to go over and check out the scurvy dog, and I made his acquaintance.

And one night, I looked up from the bar, because I heard some commotion at the pinball, and there was this young fellow just shouting at the pinball machine as he played, you scurvy dog, I hate you. I had to go over and check out the scurvy dog, and I made his acquaintance.

and found out that he was a young man who just about turned 22, very respectable young man, but he had this thing about pinball machines, and he couldn't rest until when he met a new pinball machine. He could not rest until he'd beaten the high-posted score. I posted score on this pinball was 242.050, 242,000.

and found out that he was a young man who just about turned 22, very respectable young man, but he had this thing about pinball machines, and he couldn't rest until when he met a new pinball machine. He could not rest until he'd beaten the high-posted score. I posted score on this pinball was 242.050, 242,000.

And he was a very good pinball player and he said, for some reason this machine, I hate it, I hate it. I could see something was developing because he was back every night for hours on the machine trying to conquer the 242.050. I made friends with him, and he started teaching me about pinball. People would gather because they realized what was going on, the drama.

And he was a very good pinball player and he said, for some reason this machine, I hate it, I hate it. I could see something was developing because he was back every night for hours on the machine trying to conquer the 242.050. I made friends with him, and he started teaching me about pinball. People would gather because they realized what was going on, the drama.