Tucson Blues: The Ballad of Muddles Bannon

Updated: Jun 26, 2020


I live life, one muddle at a time.

When you’ve lived my life, seen what I’ve seen, that’s all you can hope for yourself.

Oh sure, making Mojitos seems like a no-brainer. I admit, I used to think so myself. There was a time where all I heard was the roar of the crowd. I would make them 6, sometimes 7 at a time, and nobody got more juice out of a fruit than Mad Muddles Bannon. They couldn’t get enough of me. I can still hear them chanting my name, the sound of the girls screaming “We love you Muddles!”

Yeah, they loved me then. It’s all fun and games until you get cocky… then you get sloppy.

Tucson.

Just the word makes me shudder. It had all gone so wrong so quickly. One day I was the talk of the city, there wasn’t a person from Phoenix to Albuquerque who didn’t know my name, and my reputation was only growing. The next day, I was traveling clear across the country, putting countless days and miles between myself and what happened in Arizona.

I can only hope that no one discovers the events of that fateful night at the Tucson International Airport.

Especially Jamie. This time here is my self imposed penance for the pain I had caused him. A pain Jamie doesn’t even know I was responsible for. I hear they shut down the airport bar not that long ago; they replaced it with a Hudson News, I believe. I hope that means I’m safe. But, I can never let my guard down. One thing I’ve learned about the past, it’s always just behind you.

This is my song. It is tragic, and it is true.

I used to be the toast of the desert, and now, I live my life one muddle at a time, never knowing which one will be my last.