The Louisville Hugger
Posted on October 18, 2018
I visited Louisville a few weeks ago.
The last time I was there several years prior our band U.K. Grief played a show at a dive bar that goes unremembered. But it was where we debuted a new song there, “Pretty Little Johnny.”
We went bar hopping after the show and discovered The Louisville Hugger. She was about the age of Courtney Cox when “Friends” ended and wore a brown leather jacket, loose green pants and blue heels. Long scraggily brown hair covered the parts of her face that weren’t already hidden by large sunglasses.
She called herself The Louisville Hugger. She would go around offering free hugs.
She had one of those little Louisville Slugger souvenir bats they give you at the end of the tour at the city’s famous baseball bat museum. After hugging my friend Mosquito, she took the small bat and rubbed it between his legs.
During that incident she showcased a wide toothless grin which made the scene more interesting.
The Louisville Hugger shadowed us to another nearby bar. While Mosquito and another band member talked her up at the bar, I went to the bathroom where at one of the urinals was a pissing man who started burping loudly. Indeterminate fluids spewed from his mouth with each burp. He laughed and burped and pissed and farted. I hightailed it the fuck out of there.
“You’ve heard of cotton mouth? I’ve got cotton ass and a bad case of it.”
That was what I heard The Louisville Hugger telling my friends as I returned to the bar.
She left us, a drink in one hand and the tiny bat in another, apparently targeting someone else’s genitals.
Back at the hotel room I could not sleep because of Mosquito’s snoring. He sounded like a sick animal. A pig in distress. After going to the bathroom and seeing Mosquito’s tighty whitey underwear stacked on the toilet tank, I decided to crash on the floor in another room where my bandmates were.
The room was near the elevator, which opened as my groggy bandmate Franz let me in. I looked over and The Louisville Hugger was crouched inside, with her bat. As the elevator door closed she put her tongue between her fingers and called me “a fucker” and finished her crap.
I didn’t sleep well that night.