That sidewalk was hard, wasn't it?
Sometimes at the door I feel like a pressure cooker, just waiting to go off. Line after line of the same bullshit that I hear 12 times every 10 minutes gets extremely irritating and slowly builds me up to the point where I explode.
So to the kid who happened to be arguing with me, testing me, cursing at me, and name dropping bartenders at me in order to try and get inside simply because I recognized that the ID he was using wasn't his and wouldn't let him in, I say this:
I wish I dropped you on your head a whole lot harder than I did. Maybe it would have knocked some fucking sense into you.
Have a great week, everyone.