Two tecates and lunch at the bar of Don Cucos, watching the bartender shake tequila silly, and all the problems of the world go away.  I was gloriously all by myself. Didn’t have to answer one inane question from coworkers or reporters or musicians or anybody. Just me, the bartender, and some leggy, stacked blonde on the channel nine news hired for her meteorological skills.

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