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Guy checked his phone - we still had ten minutes to showtime. I really hoped it wasn't Syphilis Wolfman - which was the name Guy had created for the owner.
Another knock.
"Come in!" he said, rolling his eyes at me.
"Hey, y'all want anything?" A young woman said, as she poked her head from behind the door and into our green room.
"Oh, no - ahh we're good," I said.
Opening the door further, the woman said, "y'all sure?"
"I'll take a beer, if you have one." Guy said.
"f**k, that's pretty much all we got here," she said, "what kind y'all want?"
"Do you have Three Floyds?" He asked.
"Pabst Blue Ribbon it is!" She responded without acknowledging my husband's request.
The door slammed shut and we just shrugged our shoulders.
Less than thirty seconds later the woman returned - slammi
