The crew was a little punch drunk and there may have been some Jack Daniel's green label floating around the bus...all day. Eric was riffing on his guitar and stealing lines from me for songs. I didn't mind; in fact he asked if he could use them. I mentioned that he could have anything he wanted, except my then current favorite fictional song title, "200 Miles to Tupelo." We sipped some more Jack, and laughed. Yes, we were sittin' on the bus drunk again. It almost felt like we were parked in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. Cheers!
