As the weeks boogied on, the manager Bob Stout of The Turret was leaving for some reason so Bill Mitchell and BillGordon took over the position (managers were elected at this point.) BillGordon was more the DJ.
I was hired as the doorman, and would be located on the second floor at the sign-in desk. One night this tall and lanky red head (Shane Th. as I recall) floated up the stairs. For some unknown reason that I know of to this day, he bitch slapped me right across the face. It took a few seconds for me regain some semblance of composure (that didn't last long.) I grabbed a hold of his arms and dragged him down the two flights of stairs backwards, throwing him into the street and screaming "you are barred for a year!" I never had many fights at the door and seemed to be able to deal with most situations.
Have you ever met one of those people who just stands out in a crowd? Mikey is just one of those individuals. When I first met him I was asked to throw him out for being a nuisance, I was not comfortable with that decision and instead I took him aside and explained to him that he should try not to annoy people. Although he has a muscular disorder and a problem with speech, he is far from being unintelligent. As I was explaining to him about his situation, his eyes went puppy-dog and I started feeling like that little bit still stuck on the side of the toilet bowl. As time went on Mikey became a part of this community of misfits that I now called home. I discovered that in later years Mikey could speak very plain English when push came to shove. There are many stories and innuendoes that have been leveled upon him, I am quite sure some are true and others are legend.

Tommy Burns ca. 1976
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