Jim negotiated our freedom.
It was an evening to remember until it wasn’t. We were out downtown in the market racking up a big bar bill trying to stay until midnight when i would get paid. The bartender gave us our bill around 12:15am and my friend Bass and i headed over to ATM machine that was in the bar.
By the 5th time trying to take cash out to pay our bill i had realized that i didn’t get paid.
Panic and excuses ensued, do we run, do we wash dishes?
I faintly remembered that one of the O’Reilly’s worked down at the martini bar spinning records in the same building. We went down stairs and i introduced myself to Jim who i thought was Joe.
He walked us backed upstairs nervous as we weren’t sure what was going to happen.
Jim said to the manager “These guys are with the Neuheimer clan, they’re ok.”
Breathing a sigh of relief we thanked Jim and took the bus back home to the east end.
And that is how Jim negotiated our freedom.