I work around drunk people. I always have. My earliest jobs were as a musician in nightclubs. I once played piano in a dive bar where I was told by the owner that if any customers wanted to sing, I had to play along with them, no matter how wasted they were. One guy kept boozily screaming at me to play "Melancholy Baby." So I did. And just as he began to slur the words into the smelly microphone, he turned, woozy, and screamed, "That's not merrrllncurly berby!"

And the owner got mad at me.

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