Remembering Jim Porter’s Good Time Emporium, the Best Worst Bar in Louisville

Not an actual photo of Jim Porter's Good Time Emporium, but captures the vibe

I look over the singer's shoulder at his lyric sheet. He doesn't drink, so the ring at the bottom of the page must be the sweat from a watered-down glass of Diet Coke. I do drink, and so I confront him. “’In the weight of the moss bone eater?’ What the fuck is that?”