Bar fight

This is what really happened.
Not what the cops said.
Not what the lawyers made out of what the cops said.
And not what the judge said, which was based mainly on his own set of prejudices.

Coming home from my guitar lesson where I was studying how to play blues, I stopped at a bar for a drink and to sit for awhile. I parked my case at a table in the back and ordered a Guinness.
This guy comes up, he's drinking wine out of one of those long stem glasses.
He starts talking to me and asks me about my music. I told him I was just learning and couldn't play very well at all.
So he says "C'mon, I betcha you can play up a storm"
I begged off "No," I said "not really, I'm just learning"
"Yeah, yeah," he says, "don't mean to pressure you. Buy you a drink?"
"Sure"
We got to talking about guitars and music and stuff.
About three beers later he asks me again to play.
Three beers is right at the edge for me and I was kind of flattered that he would ask.
Mostly, for me, it's "Do you take requests?, how 'bout "stop playing?"
So I pulled out the guitar and hit some chords.
They sounded nice.
Nobody complained.
I had another beer.
Pretty soon I was wailin', really getting into it, the guy was smiling and everybody seemed to be enjoying it, so I just kept on, getting all creative and having a good time.
But soon the beer caught up with me and I started missing the strings and whatnot.
So I had to quit.
Got a nice bit of applause.
So I packed it up and told them I had to leave.
When I stood up, I realized I had had more than I usually drink.
Feeling kind of unstable, I asked for some coffee.
My wine drinking fan got up to leave, paid for all the drinks "thanks for the music", he said.
I sat for a while, drinking the coffee.
About a half hour later I felt better and tried to stand up, but I stumbled and fell face first into the wine glass on the table in front of me. The glass shattered and cut my face up and the stem shoved up into my cheek and jammed into my sinus.
Somebody called an ambulance and the bartender tried to stop the bleeding with a bar towel.
The doctor fixed me up. It wasn't really very serious.
I think it was the ambulance guys who assumed it was a fight, and they told the cops. The cops took it from there, they wanted to know who the other guy was, I couldn't tell them anything co I had to listen to a shitload of humiliating crap
from the judge.
At least I didn't get jailed.
Anyway,couple days, I went back to the bar and asked about the guitar.
They remembered me, saved it for me, and had it stored in the back.
I felt like buying the house a drink.
But it wasn't the same people.
And I only had five bucks on me.