I'm takin it back

It began with three newly single men heading out for an evening at their local watering hole.  The establishment wasn't at all full when they arrived, as it had taken extensive planning to get the tree men together, why waist anytime waiting on others.  

They played a few games of 8-ball sampled beer with the consistency of used motor oil and made the mistake of ordering food from the bar.  As the night progressed and the drinks continued all three of the men's pool games went to shit, or their concern with pool went to shit.  Soon they began to play the jukebox.  Harmless enough.......one would think.

Two of the three had gone through or was preparing to go through the divorce process.  It would seem the tension and frustration of the process could more than shake even moderately strong person.  Their efforts to forget about all the mess were sidetracked by that digital jukebox.  

Warren Zevon: Lawyers, Guns and Money  

A three minute and twenty second beauty written in 1978 by Mr. Zevon.  A ten dollar bill went into the machine, and every pick was devoted to this glorious ballad.  

Stuck in a college aged bar with Warren Zevon blasting I'm guessing is what made that spot our watering hole after that evening.  The place started to clear out.  We had become the townies in of our college memories, which is a terrible though.

Getting bored they started looking around.  It was was a cold evening and we just so happened to be sitting by the coat pile, a couch in which people deposited their coats while they played pool.  The most conservative and gentile of the three began trying on a variety of coats.  

SOMEHOW.... by then end of the evening this conservative gentile individual ends up wearing the jacket home.  The entire next day is the two listen to the one gripe about the bad Carma he had stirred up.  I'm takin' back, was reverberated for many weeks and years...

I still have the jacket and decided to name my racing outfit after it.  Myself and my jacket stealing friend started working on a fox body mustang and taking it to autocross events.  I wanted to name my racing outfit after the green jacket.  Half to remind myself where it is that I have come from, and the other half deals with never letting down a wild move from conservative and gentile individual.