I quit my job bartending effective immediately.
Some stupid motherfucker tried to kill me last night with a billiard ball, and the police aren't doing anything about it.
Tell me, how can this be, you point a gun at someone, you don't even have to pull the trigger, and it's aggravated assualt. Someone grabs a ball off a pool table (something that can easily be considered a deadly weapon) and throws it full speed at my head with the intent to mame or murder, I duck out of the way, and the cops tell me it's not even a misdemeanor offense. I can file a petty charge against him which according to the officer on the scene last night, will probably get cast aside and lost in paperwork anyway. The ball acutally *DID* hit some poor kid in the back of the arm, who is so scared of the dickface who threw it, he won't file any charges.
I don't know who I should be more angry with. This guy was 86'ed before for fighting, but no, Paul let him back in because apparently when you don't get to drink at The Breakroon for a few months, you're completely rehabilitated, and you don't start fights anymore. Yeah fucking right. Once a peice of shit, always a peice of shit.
That's fine, the fucker is a stupid thug anyhow. Perhaps I can just wait for him to get shot on the street someday- because there's no doubt in my mind in that neighborhood, to this peice of shit, it *will* happen. But then just think of all the baby momma's that won't have him around to dodge child support payments anymore. It'll be a damn shame.
Some stupid motherfucker tried to kill me last night with a billiard ball, and the police aren't doing anything about it.
Tell me, how can this be, you point a gun at someone, you don't even have to pull the trigger, and it's aggravated assualt. Someone grabs a ball off a pool table (something that can easily be considered a deadly weapon) and throws it full speed at my head with the intent to mame or murder, I duck out of the way, and the cops tell me it's not even a misdemeanor offense. I can file a petty charge against him which according to the officer on the scene last night, will probably get cast aside and lost in paperwork anyway. The ball acutally *DID* hit some poor kid in the back of the arm, who is so scared of the dickface who threw it, he won't file any charges.
I don't know who I should be more angry with. This guy was 86'ed before for fighting, but no, Paul let him back in because apparently when you don't get to drink at The Breakroon for a few months, you're completely rehabilitated, and you don't start fights anymore. Yeah fucking right. Once a peice of shit, always a peice of shit.
That's fine, the fucker is a stupid thug anyhow. Perhaps I can just wait for him to get shot on the street someday- because there's no doubt in my mind in that neighborhood, to this peice of shit, it *will* happen. But then just think of all the baby momma's that won't have him around to dodge child support payments anymore. It'll be a damn shame.
~Trilo~