Monday, May 05, 2003


Man, Is this how it's gonna be for me every Sunday night? I know that I'm usually up at this time anyway, but if I come home at three in the morning, that means that I'll go to sleep at five a.m. at the earliest. Some of you guys are eating breakfast right when my nightmares are starting to kick in. Friends stopped by the bar, though. That was nice. Bunch of drunks. All of them.

Oh, and by the way. Bartenders are like strippers. They're only there for your money. They pretend to like you and your conversations. The reason why were always looking around is so that we can find something to do to get away from your stories.

Sam Malone, I ain't.

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