The
next asshole to come into my bar,
be an asshole and then get his asshole way at the expense of
my good time, ruining my night and the night of people I can actually
tolerate in this city in the process, isn't just getting his ass kicked by the previously mentioned people, he is getting fed piece by
piece to snarling, slimy, salivating
creatures in the night.
That's it. I'm going back into medicine, to
hell with not being from this reality. By God, I will lie and cheat my way back to the job I had and all of you, you
lucky people, you, are witnesses to the fact that the system can officially
kiss my ass. People are dying out there every day, it's time to stop being so
picky about a piece of paper, Los Angeles.
Or I'm just opening my own damned bar. If you're an asshole, you get to be verbally abused until you
cry for mommy or maybe you'll just get beat down, no excuses. You insult the help, I'll let them do the beating. You drink what you're served if your drink order pisses me off - it's alcohol, it's not a sissified coffee with a
fifteen word long name - and you will
like it.
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