ZINGERS OF LEGEND | Only One Of Them

True story from back in the day. Drinking underage in Cafe 521 was one of the heights of my memories of those times. I was working as a doorman in a lamish jazz club (lots of skit-scatting and slap bass), but had a good time doing it. We would get snockered at 521, and then I would stumble through one of the sketchier neighborhoods in Charlotte at 3 in the morning, weighing all of 140 pounds or so. Nary an incident, though. God loves a drunk.