To the guy at Bar

I can hear you. The whole bar can hear you. And I’m very certain that your white-hat friend one foot in front of you can hear you.

Now, can you please shut up.
_Thank You_


2 responses to “To the guy at Bar”

  1. in this vein:

    crowning achievement in life was standing on the street corner, waiting for a friend to buy cigs at a bodega. some guy across the street in a mafioso van was laying on his horn for no apparent or discernible reason.

    i threw considerable voltage into my more-than-capable lungs and yelled SHUT THE FUCK UP MOTHERFUCKER.

    half the street applauded me.

  2. Sorry; that guy is probably my brother.