BLUES BROS EXCLUSIVE!
Jake belched and wondered if maybe his little broth wasn't dipping into the Naptha himself.
TV shots. Magazine covers. Sold out concerts and a platinum album in four weeks. It was a class act. And those Blues Brothers, Jake and Elwood, were a couple of class guys.
Problem was they had trouble reading the fine print. So when the Feds were looking to save face and nosing around for some ass to hang after they’d fucked up trying to nail Sinatra on that Westchester Theatre scam, the brothers Blues were their perfect patsies. For one thing, Jake had already been up the river once. For another, he and Elwood were just sticking, it in everybody's face, what with the broads, the cars, the cases of beer, the fifth floor penthouse walkups on the South Side, and those fancy black suits.
