I dont know if you' ve read it,but i thnk its hilarious!Michael was staying at my place on Dobney and was happy to come along.He really respected Burt but wondered as we all did what made him tick.Burt had ordered a bottle of xpensive french red wine,which he,carole and i were drinking.Michael never drank but that night he got interested in wine.unbelievably,he didnt even know what wine was."whats it made of?"he asked me. "grapes",i said."i like grapes,"said michael,"i think i ll try some". So we poured michael a glass and he drank it. He obviously liked it coz he drank another one. We were drinking 1982 pomerol,that tasted like candy,so he was bound to like it.By this time,we all had a glass o two and the bottle was finished.so Burt ordered a 2nd bottle. This time,michael drank virtualy the whole bottle. He had really acquired a taste for wine,fine wine at that and was guzzling the stuff down.so we ordered a third one and mike drank most of it as well. Thats when i knew we were going to have a problem that night. That evening came to an end and i drove him back to my place. He was understandably happy. Infact,he was flying high,very high. He was canto I WANT TO BE WHERE tu ARE and NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE. Then he started canto más of his songs like Ben. He was giggling all the time. "you re in trouble",he said."im going to tell joseph what tu did". I wasnt taking the bait."i didnt do it,you did.",i said. It took us a few minutos to get to my place. The minuto i parked,and opened the door 4 him,michael leaned out and threw up all over the place. He spent the rest of the night hanging over the toilet. He was sick as a dog. I was up all night with him. He kept saying" im going to tell Joe tu corrupted me". I was kinda worried he would,but he never did.