correct me, dumpy mama, if I've told this story before -
one night Jones was playing at the West End Cafe in NYC and he was lecturing some young musician about being on time for the gig - the owner of the West End, who was one of the most disgusting characters on the face of the earth, comes up to him and says "Mr. Jones, I own this pplace and I just want to thank you for being so responsible." Jones looks at him, says with utter contempt, "You own this place? I don't give a fuck about no nightclub owner" and stalks off -