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Saturday, March 12, 2005
Anyway, a guy walked in, not Irish but obviously a regular, and he started talking to another regular, and after being asked how he was, he said, "Been better. Just got laid off from my job." I felt bad. Nearly bought him a shot.
The lady bartender, not hearing the previous words, said, "Hey Paul. What can I getcha?" Paul replied, "A gun and one bullet. If you don't have that, I'll take a pint of Bass."
He got the pint of Bass, on the house.
I sat there and thought, That man just ordered suicide. My life is kind of OK.