Hussong's Cantina, Tijuana, 1991. We had been drinking for hours when it dawned on us that we were ten feet from the cold room where the beer was stored. After that, we drank in the cold room for a while. In there, the pesky bartender wasn't interrupting us and asking for money.

That's me in the steel tub on the floor. The two clowns propped up on beer cases have PhD's in chemistry.