Barry always paid us in cash

and we had to go to his office, near the top of Brooks Towers, in downtown Denver, to get paid. Gary Shoemaker, my buddy who got me the job, got along well with Barry, had gone to (Thornton High) school with other 'goon squad' members. We'd talk to Leslie, his secretary, and usually get sent right in. Barry had an electric skillet on his large desk, and I remember one time he was stirring a bunch of sliced ham, smothered in BBQ sauce, as he yelled at someone on the phone. Seems he wanted a convertible Mercedes SEL, but there was no such thing, SO he commisioned a body shop to make him one, which they did, and now they wanted to get paid. He heard the amount of the bill and started screaming and yelling, while we were there. He called 'em crooks and robbers and said, 'no f-in' way I'm paying that much. You can keep it', slammed down the phone, then looked up and talked to us like nothing had happened. Never heard how the story came out, and if he ever had a 'one of a kind' Mercedes SEL convertible. The BBQ looked and smelled real good, but he never offered to share any...