It was late, late in December when the events I'm detailing here took place —
but let's not go into that.
But what about you.
What about you? C'mon, baby, look me in the eye. Pull that drink of yours and your fine self over this here end of the bar: Trust me, I've got an allowance, and plenty left to spend, and I don't bite.
What allowance, you say?
My granddad, get this — (looks furtively around, back-and-forth) —invented Kool-Aid!