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10 reasons why beer is better than Jesus:

* Nobody's ever been burned at the stake, hanged, or tortured to death over their brand of beer.
* You don't have to wait 2,000+ years for a second beer.
* There are laws saying that beer labels can't lie to you.
* You can prove you have a beer.
* If you have devoted your life...
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I rescued one of my favorite customers today. Security thought she was shoplifting a scone because she'd thrown away her receipt. The one time the fucking security guard decides to try to do his job, it's on the nicest person you've ever met, who comes 45 minutes every day to meet her twin sister for coffee at the store. I had to go to the...
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Apparently, I am the best pool player in Williamsburg, NYC. Other than this one guy called Spanky. He toasted me. Other than that, everyone here sucks at pool. I rock. And, I am drunk.

Tonight, I met the brewmaster for Six Points Brewery. I beat him at pool. He was pretty good though. And he makes a damn fine porter.

This guy was playing the bagpipes in the subway station. Of course he played Amazing Grace. But then, then he played the national anthem complete with, I shit you not, a solo.
Though I gotta say it was a bit more Van Halen than Hendrix,

Not quite as good as the guy the other day playing punk ukelele through a battery operated amp clipped to...
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Just learned today that a woman I work with used to run a Bluegrass festival in Seattle.
She a friend of Tony Trischka, who taught Bela Fleck how to play banjo. That is fucking hardcore. It's like being the guy who taught Michael Jordan how to play basketball.

He is currently teaching my banjo teacher how to play banjo. She is not as good as...
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Had to fire somebody again today.
Been wanting to get rid of him for so long. He was the worst employee I've ever seen. Ever.
But still. Firing somebody leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
And makes me work 10 hour days.

Friday was a fine Manhattan day, full of sunshine and promise, until I had to fire someone at lunch.

Then, I spent the rest of what became an 11 hour day on my feet, fueled by cookies and despair, desperately trying to leave and becoming increasingly certain that I would, in fact die at work, probably while explaining for the 7^13th time that we don't...
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I went to the most unpleasant restaurant/bar the opther day. Place Jekyll and Hyde, NYC. A 'theme' restaurant, with interactive iritainment. This fellow in a suit called himself MR. Grim, and his purpose in life is apparently to drive customers out of the place with his terrible faux britsh accent, and his feather duster. He actually touched me with his duster. In fact, he _dusted_...
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Good Lord. Williamsburg, NYC. There's a building down the street where a guy keeps pigeons on the roof, flies them during the day. It's pretty fucking cool. I stood on the corner like a knob with my mouth open staring for 10 minutes.
I'm about to go see The Defibulators, because the fiddler's sister is so fucking beautiful. Oh, and because they're good, too. I...
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