Never A Good Sign

As most of you know, it's never a good sign when you arrive at Kevin's house for an early morning coffee date, only to find that beside his porch are a pile of French cigarette butts and a glass half filled with Jack. Yes, a half glass WITH ONE LONE ICE CUBE still floating in the mash. Admittedly the ice cube was small, little more than a fingernail paring. Also true, it was a cold day. Here's another bad sign, when you knock on his bedroom window, only to have him stagger out of bed wearing a wrinkled Cuban guayabera shirt, black slacks, AND SHOES.

So in honor of today's coffee date with Kevin, I would like to start the "My Favorite Kevin Story." In the comments section below, post your favorite story about Santa Barbara's favorite drummer. Who knows, I might add one as well.