I gots a new job. I'm waiting tables again at a fake beach bar called Barracuda Bob's. It's a pretty chill place, real small and 90% neighborhood locals. The owner's in a perpetual state of about 2 and a half sheets to the wind and just sort of wings it whenever the place gets busy. He can barely tie his shoes and has only a fraction of an idea of
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