Running a bar ain't easy. At every bar I've ever worked at, there have been 40-year old adolescents, power drinkers and trustees of modern chemistry.
And they generally carry knives with them too. And they ain't loath to insert said knives in your shoulders. Or to mess up your carefully-feathered hair. And that ain't no joke.
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