Wisdom:
"Reserving judgement is a matter of infinite hope." F. Scott Fitzgerald-- The Great Gatsby

What a wonderful piece of work.

Anyways, I worked another bar shift tonight. You can call me Mr. Bartender from now on. I insist. The bar was slow, not many costumers tonight, a bit dead. But, I had a couple of guys come in right before close who were interesting...

This is how the conversation developed (more or less)i've

Me: Can I get ya something to drink man?
Guy 1: Sure, 2 labatts pints, that'll be all.
Me: Ok, what's your name?
Guy 1 (hesitantly): Ira
Me: Nice to meet you Ira.
Guy 1: Likewise

After a bit a man joins him. They start discussing the drama behind being professional mascots for some local sports teams. The following was captured by eavesdropping. I do not feel ashamed.

Guy 1: If Slider can do it why can't I? I mean, what's the point?
Guy 2: It's Ok, you're great at what you do.
Guy 1: Ya know, that bitch ended up calling The Monsters and saying we never showed up. What a bitch.
Guy 2: Yea, that's shitty.
Guy 1: So imagine me trying to explain that one. I'm completely fed up with this fucking system.
Guy 2: You should audition to be Slider, less work and more pay.
Guy 1: You're right, I should. I have 3 years experience. I know what I'm doing.
Guy 2: Go for it.

These conversations really happen? If I can say... Ira (Guy 1) definately looked like he was his high school mascot as well. He was probably made fun of for it. In fact, he was a pretty laughable character overall. Poor Guy.

My god, I have the weirdest intuition. Everytime when a digital clock is near me and the time is something like 12:34 or 2:34 or 4:56 I seem to sense it and I look at the clock. For instance, just this second I looked at my cellphone and the time was 2:34am. So Gonzo.

Peace