The DU Lounge

buddy bartender used to look out for him. He and his wife ran the place we liked to drink at the most. Charlie would be getting too drunk an Brad the bartender would trade him one last drink for his keys.

That was the deal one Halloween about 25 years ago. Brad drove Charlies car home and his wife followed. They got him home and as soon as they drive off, Charlie falls and hits his head. It's a chilly rainy night too. I live about half a mile away and about four AM, I hear this knocking and yelling my name, "please let me in!" I open the door and he's shaking so hard he can barely stand.

I wonder how close he came? He had to have been out for about an hour from what Brad said. The dude thought he was going to make it to work later (at the liquor store of all places) but couldn't make it.