Last night I walked into the bar with about $117 in my pocket, or something like that. This morning I checked my wallet and there was only $72 in there. Somehow I managed to go through $45. I know I left a $5 on the bar by accident when I was leaving, but the rest I have no idea… It doesn’t nearly add up to the four Guinness and three Becks I remember drinking, at 4*5+3*4=$34 – $5 for a free Guinness = $29, plus I assume $9 in tips is $38, plus the lost $5 is $43, so, crap, that’s basically the $45 right there- oh, it is, cause I bought a $2 slice of pizza. shit.
I got a smile out of the patron though, at least. So that’s good. But I was too chickenshit to even see who was outside.
So yeah, I’m a fucking alcoholic. There’s another addiction too though.
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