December 1965 The whites of his pockets languished over dark trousers when Michael finally vacated his preferred stool at The Royal. As he tried to stand and scull the last few mouthfuls of beer, he found himself spread-eagled on the butt-layered tiled floor. A couple of patrons in a similar state helped him to his feet. One tied Michael's shoelace, hinting that it may have been the cause. Michael staggered toward the west side of town, resting at each landmark along the way. With half the
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Posted on 8/14/2010