I Sold Bill Murray a Beer at Wrigley Field ~~~And other World Series tales from a Chicago Cubs vendor.
I n the fall of 2003, I came to New York City to seek my fortune. I ended up sleeping during most days and drinking most nights at a series of cheap and disgusting bars on Avenue A in the East Village. When I wasn’t drunk or hibernating—and occasionally then, too—I was thinking about the Chicago Cubs.
Very fun read; enjoy!