Beer was no medicine, this I knew. But the

Beer was no medicine, this I knew. But the night was young, I was heartbroken, and I didn't give a damn. I would drink the town dry if only if meant ridding my thoughts of his

Big Wheel-jacking. I was too gentle to stick up for myself, and now I'd have to barhop on foot. "I guess bullying doesn't stop after high school," I said as a lady stole my drink.

She ordered for her friends and put it on my tab & then left. I didn't want to rain on their parade so I paid the bartender. He overcharged me & complained about my tip. I mumbled

. A bead of sweat rolled down my nose. "You'll pay," a patron warned. The bartender reached under the bar and pulled out... a metal cash box. "I heards you cuss. 25 cents please."

"Oh give me a fucking break. I'm a fucking adult. This isn't a fucking playground. Little children don't even belong on these godamn premises, so I'll swear." she responded.

"And listen up Assho...urgph" I watched with unabashed enjoyment as a bar of Dial was duct-taped in her mouth. She was strung upside down with a sign reading "I'm learning a lesson

in cheap soap. Her mother ripped out the "Dial." This soap is harsh and dries your skin. Here. He mother stuffed a huge pumper of Aveeno into her mouth, now she would learn

to be a proper young lady. After all, this wouldn't have happened if you had kept your mouth shut. glaring up at her mother, she couldn't speak because of the liquid soap in her

hair. I guess mother was out of shampoo again. I knew she was upset w/me, but I had 2 choose. Sadly 'Door #2' was the pigpen, and 2 think I could have 1 the year supply of ravioli.