Bookie the Stoolie who Likes Jazz

There was once a man named Bookie.  Bookie was a funny man and he once owned a salt and pepper refinery.  This was a good day for Bookie, he was able to make lots of young people sneeze with his pepper and salivate over his salt.  But things changed.  Bookie left that business and tried to make it through the remaining years of his days.  He bought a match box making factory and tried to make matches as well.  The matches may or may not have burned very well, but he was glad that he did not have a trumpet blaring in his ear every morning and that was good.  So Bookie and I met one day at the Cheese Cake Factory by the mall.  This was a nice time and Bookie wanted to sell some of his match books.  The thing is, I smoke with a lighter and needed no matches.  But Bookie insisted I buy at least 2 boxes so I did.  It was ok.  They were nice matches, but I needed them not.   Bookie was friendly enough but one day I went to ask him about his salt and pepper business.  Bookie did not like that and he yelled at me quite fiercely.  So if you ever meet Bookie, let him know that you just want his matches.  And don't share much of your salt with him either!  Thanks!