Yeah I get into scenes with bartenders, I have ma**ive problems in dealing with alcohol constructively. I once got into a terrible situation in Joburg (CT) for "showing a barman what for" when he got sloppy with my drunk self. It started with me ordering another monster whiskey and then losing my lighter. I accused this dude behind the bar of thinking he was clever because I was drunk (apparently smh) and then started asking him what time they would close so I could "talk to him about my lighter outside". Jesus H Christ. You can imagine how it ended (luckily with the getaway car and not the ambulance version) but the long and the short of it is I generally don't take shit from cockhead barmen, though this can be problematic. I really need to delete my f***ing self from the world sometimes. I did something similar at that Snoop concert in Jozi in one of the boxes. Dead embara**ing but for some reason nobody hit me that night either even though I was outnumbered by six chicks, two dudes and this gay ouen from St. Andrews Gtown. Don't know his name I just remember his face and feel shameful for my actions even though they and the barmen all needed a good kicking (or so I thought).
