and just where do you think you’re going…

We met on the old wooden stairs of the old DC Eagle. It had this big dramatic landing between flights of stairs, with enough room for a couple of people could stand and watch the parade. He wore a pair of tight blue jeans, big boots, and a green tank top with the word “DADDY” across the chest. He had that not quite 5’oclock shadow thing going on with this his beard, but the thickest most amazing mustache I’ve ever known. I literally stopped in my tracks the first time up the stairs walking past him. Upon my third attempt at passing by – he reached out and grabbed my belt loop pulling me in against him and over the loud music playing in the bar, growled in my ear, “and just where do you think you’re going. You just stay here with me for a while.”