I start off every week by promising myself that I won’t go out for drinks after work. Instead…I will be diligent, save my hard-earned tips, go straight home, wash some Top Ramen down with a couple of beers, watch South Park on Netflix, and call it a night. Unfortunately, there is a little dive bar that stays open late between my bar and my cave. I have to drive past it every night on my journey home. I usually stay strong the first half of the week, but towards the end, I tend to give in to temptation and am lured in by the entertainment I can enjoy for the cost of a cocktail. It’s the polar opposite of the upscale bar I am employed at. Fights are common and often continue in the parking lot uninterrupted by the bouncers, various drugs are abundant, gangster rap is the norm for the jukebox…anything goes at this joint. So tonight…was an extremely busy one…after 9 hours straight of slamming out drinks in overdrive mode…and fueled by Red Bull… I realized the few beers I had at home weren’t going to cut it. I stopped off at the old dive bar just in time for last call. As I enjoyed my cocktail and slowly started to unwind, I realized I had been so busy all night, I had never had a chance to take a piss. When I entered the dingy and dark bathroom…I was introduced to the shift forgetting amusement I was seeking. There was a guy posted up in the only shitter and 6 other guys standing in line. I thought this was odd and quickly jumped on the open urinal to relieve myself. As I enjoyed the incredible and very long sensation of letting a 9 hour pent-up piss loose, the deviant behavior happening around me became blatantly obvious. The man sitting on the toilet was selling coke to his long line of customers. Classic.
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