On the ground was a brick that they used to hold the door open, so people could move furniture. I was half-dressed, and his Volkswagen was starting up. He knew I was coming. He saw me, and he tried to pull away from me real fast. I took the brick, and I threw it. It went right through the back window. Of course, he wasn’t going to stop. I was like “Yeah!” I thought I really got him. I felt really justified in doing that.

Just then I turn around and the landlady’s standing right there in the lobby, just looking at me. It’s 2 a.m. and she’s in her housecoat. I said, “Hey,” like nothing had happened. She just looked at me and said, “You are outta here tomorrow morning.” That was the end of my stint at 797.

86ed: Do you have any other kick-outs that you remember, or any times that you kicked somebody out?

Sammy: Yeah. I was like 20. I got kicked out of the Grubsteak, on Pine. I’ve never been one to take drugs that much, but I did speed. I don’t even think it was meth, I just think it was black beauties or some kind of speed. I was really high and I went in there. The person I went there with disappeared, I think, because I was just acting so weird. I saw this old drunk guy. He had passed out on his table. His head was down on the table and there was no place else to sit. While I was looking they brought him his food. Eggs and bacon and toast, like a breakfast. The waiter put it in front of him and goes, “Here’s what you ordered, sir.”

The guy didn’t wake up. He just kept his head on the table. I thought, “Well, I’m on speed and everything and I’m not that hungry, but I just can’t see that food going to waste.” So I pulled up to the seat right across from him. I was talking to him, and I just pulled the plate of food over and took his utensils and started eating it. All of a sudden I felt something behind me picking me up. They dragged me out to the sidewalk and I basically got physically evicted from there. He was asleep through the whole thing. They just threw me out. That was in, like, ’75.