I’m not exactly in the Army anymore. We weren’t really seeing eye to eye. Like with the whole ‘borrowing’ vs. ‘stealing’ thing. And the ‘I quit’ vs. ‘they kicked me out’ thing. But that’s the past!
Now I got a sweet new gig working with the boys at The White Swallow. I get mad tips AND phone numbers. Plus, I’m basically paid to party and drink my face off. I’m living Frank’s dream.
I was crashing at Ned’s, but he was too uptight and lame about everything. I needed a roommate that doesn’t mind staying up all night and then getting their morning drink on at 10 A.M. That’s why I went to find Monica. Hey, what else are moms for?
I’m pumped to be working here. Especially since the job benefits include being surrounded by hot guys, saving a ton of money on work clothes, and not waking up at the crack of dawn to some guy playing a trumpet. Well, there’s a guy here named Orlando that ‘plays a trumpet,’ but it’s not really the same thing and you have to pay 5 bucks to watch.
I guess now that you know where I am, it’s time to shutdown this blog. Gotta hop off the grid for a while. But if you ever need a drink, you know where to find me…
Keep it real,
- ‘Private Parts’ Gallagher (That’s what my new boss calls me)
Posted on Monday, February 10th 2014