SG John
Ambassador of Cool Guitars and Amps.
A former co worker lived next to a bar in Canton, MA which Marvin liked to drink at. Usually when the bar closed, several folks including Marvin would end up at my coworker's place for a few more beers. Every time when Dave and his wife wanted to finally go to bed, all his friends would get the hint, except Marvin. They could never get rid of him, so he'd just ask him to make sure the door is locked and the lights were out when he had enough to drink and would leave. Some morning's he would look pretty rough, and say "Marvin came over after the bar closed again. We finally crashed at 5:00 so I could get a couple of hours of sleep, and he was still going strong. Not sure when he left"
