(short essay...no NOT true, BUT!)... I was sitting at my desk trying to decide whether to extend and relax my legs on the RIGHT drawer (empty) OR the LEFT drawer which held the Whiskey when Clifton blew up my cell. "What's up Gary", I cringed as the familiar number illuminated on the phone. "Dude, you owe me and you know it."...said the former entrepreneur and felon. I invoked the name of the Savior as my legs crashed on to the floor spilling whiskey and saliva from my lips. "You and I have noting in common but that Brazilian whore who stole our wallets, and our hearts in '05!... " Be real, Senior! "This is not about whiskey or girls. This is about savings what's left of YOUR life!" It was then I regretted adding all of Clifton Brothers recordings on my stations as National Music Director of RKF Radio. You see, as a former National Music Director, turned Private Investigator, I found out many of my former label reps, were now a part of a huge federal investigation that I wanted no part of! "What, Gary? Guess you don't know I've gone straight and am now back to my old gig: Turning wrenches and fixing washing machines for my old man!? Ha! chortled Gary. "You think you are safe from all that?" It was then that I knew that playing any of the Clifton brothers recordings would land me in a hell with no end.! At this point all I wished was I had declined the offer of dinner and a free T-Shirt those many years ago. (To Be Continued).