this morning #1659.
this morning, jeff woke me up with a splash of cold water straight to the face. great. though i’m thankful that i didn’t have to drive home drunk, he has this juvenile way of making me pay for his hospitality. not at all fond of his methods. at least he didn’t use shaving cream this time. i’d passed out on his couch late last night after we closed down his local. they love him there. cheap & free drinks in exchange for big tips. i wish i still had a bar like that, a place where i walk in & know people’s names. i’ve had a few in my day but you know how it goes. worn-out welcomes & whatnot. not banned but not wanted. long story short, right now i’m between bars. accepting applications for the new year.