Oh my God, Old Crow!! I was a young lad of 25 over so tending bar in an American Legion on the East Coast. After my shift I had time to have one beer in the back bar before going to pick up my other half at the metro station.
Well, all the big shots were there in the members only bar, buying shots and when it came to many turn, I said “Old Crow!” (cause that’s what all the cool guys were drinking.)One round turned into several, and at one point all the guys kind of backed away from me, leaving me to feel this “presence” behind me. You know., the mother of my child I was supposed to pick up hours ago..!
She smiled and said hello to all, before jerking me off that barstool, drunk as a hoot owl and dragged me home yelling about the two mile walk she had endured. I made it to the parking lot before that Old Crow started coming back up. I puked in the car, parking lot, steps of our apartment, and for the next two days I dry-heaved.I can’t even look at a crow these days.
True Story..