Bad days are ah muh fuckah!
Went tah ah bar asked for ah draft "Bud'"! The bartender complied; I paid! Downed it before he could get halfway down the bar to tend to other bartending duties I would guess. "Excuse me? May I have another?"
He turned about and looked at me with a strange look. His eyes opened wide after witnessing the empty pint.
"Well shit man! Hard day?"
'Not even the half of it! But to save you some running. Can I get two more pints with a shot of "Beam"? I'll pay cash as I go.'
"That bad hunh?"
'That bad.'
"I heard that. But get a drive share home, okay?"
'I heard that! Thank you.'
But fuck ah drive share!
Night drinking!?
Fuck!
Yes!
Day drinking?!
Fuck!
No!
And it was sunny as fuck when I stepped in!
(Peace! More to come...)
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