Freaking drunkards man
So listen , Iām a working guy - trying to level up to 6-cert, so taking courses and took a job at this liquor spot part time.
Now I see everything , run-of-the-mil drunks, hookers, college kids, etc etc but thereās a few guys who frequent the spot that I just always remember. You know they are just typically already drunk and depraved looking. You do your best to just get them in and out. But you know how they do, they always cause some disruption or issue. Always asking for discounts on the Henny or trying buy a cup of Rossi - like bro this aināt a bar.
āOh cmon bra - you know I spend thousands here , you canāt hook me upā.
Then they wanna steal or get ask for extra insignificant stuff so they feel like they won and got a deal. 
You put up with them.
Now the other day this one cat, comes in and I knew it was gonna be a problem.
First heās already drunk and itās noon and he got a styrofoam container of dry chicken wings. Buys a can of beer, I put it in a paper bag no problem. Heās fumbling the container and the beer and asks for a plastic bag - so i accommodate and give him a plastic bag. But I guess he wanted to double bag it and heās asking me for another - Iām fed up at this point- and tell him no, you already got one. 
The owner be on BS and if supplies are low they come out my paycheck. I guess that didnāt sit well with him and he gets all bent outta shape , starts banging the plexiglass - talking about imma fukk up when you come from behind there .
Iām talking shyt back of course and told his ass to leave. Before he leaves , he sobers up for 5 seconds , turns and looks at me with these beady eyes and says āyou will regret messing with hand of godā
Iām like whaaa?
ā¦.he then turns and Is instantly drunk again and stumbles out the door.
A day later I get a call from my boss , who said ole dude came up to him complaining . My boss said I did the right thing and not be giving out extra supplies. So I feel vindicated
.
Now fast forward like 4 days later, Iām out dolo just trying to enjoy myself. Iām leaving this casino spot , lost some money playing black jack and I hear someone behind me yell āaye !!! You want paper or plastic? ā
- I turn around to see what was going on and āslaaaapā . This dude slaps the crap outta me, I mean palm
done hit my cheekbone and his long ass digits wrapped around the side of my face. I feel water and see red. 
Through the tears, I see the same liquor store deviant prancing around like Muhammmad Ali - talking about āI told you , I told youā. Security comes over cuz a crowd formed and everyone steps in between us.
But my pride is hurt - if I see him again Iām busting him over the head with a Titoās bottle.
So listen , Iām a working guy - trying to level up to 6-cert, so taking courses and took a job at this liquor spot part time.
Now I see everything , run-of-the-mil drunks, hookers, college kids, etc etc but thereās a few guys who frequent the spot that I just always remember. You know they are just typically already drunk and depraved looking. You do your best to just get them in and out. But you know how they do, they always cause some disruption or issue. Always asking for discounts on the Henny or trying buy a cup of Rossi - like bro this aināt a bar.
āOh cmon bra - you know I spend thousands here , you canāt hook me upā.
Then they wanna steal or get ask for extra insignificant stuff so they feel like they won and got a deal. You put up with them.Now the other day this one cat, comes in and I knew it was gonna be a problem.
First heās already drunk and itās noon and he got a styrofoam container of dry chicken wings. Buys a can of beer, I put it in a paper bag no problem. Heās fumbling the container and the beer and asks for a plastic bag - so i accommodate and give him a plastic bag. But I guess he wanted to double bag it and heās asking me for another - Iām fed up at this point- and tell him no, you already got one. The owner be on BS and if supplies are low they come out my paycheck. I guess that didnāt sit well with him and he gets all bent outta shape , starts banging the plexiglass - talking about imma fukk up when you come from behind there . Iām talking shyt back of course and told his ass to leave. Before he leaves , he sobers up for 5 seconds , turns and looks at me with these beady eyes and says āyou will regret messing with hand of godāIām like whaaa?
ā¦.he then turns and Is instantly drunk again and stumbles out the door.
A day later I get a call from my boss , who said ole dude came up to him complaining . My boss said I did the right thing and not be giving out extra supplies. So I feel vindicated
.Now fast forward like 4 days later, Iām out dolo just trying to enjoy myself. Iām leaving this casino spot , lost some money playing black jack and I hear someone behind me yell āaye !!! You want paper or plastic? ā
- I turn around to see what was going on and āslaaaapā . This dude slaps the crap outta me, I mean palm
done hit my cheekbone and his long ass digits wrapped around the side of my face. I feel water and see red. Through the tears, I see the same liquor store deviant prancing around like Muhammmad Ali - talking about āI told you , I told youā. Security comes over cuz a crowd formed and everyone steps in between us. But my pride is hurt - if I see him again Iām busting him over the head with a Titoās bottle.
