I show up and I’m sitting at the bar. A loud argument starts. I turn around and damned if it isn’t my wife, her new boyfriend, and some other guy. I think to myself, maybe I can show my wife she was wrong about me. I go over to see if I can break up the argument.
It is starting to get violent, so wanting to show the wife I am not a fuck up, I slugged the guy. Well — he was one tough son of a bitch; beat the shit out of me.
A guy from BHA came to see me, in the hospital, the next morning, all he said was, “Harry, you’re a fuck up.” Then turned and left.