When I walked in, Ari was helping T sweep up the carnage left from last night. T was picking up the mess behind the bar & I could see dried up crap all over the tables, so I started wiping them down. We’re used to the place looking & smelling like shit every Sunday. It’s not the Saturday night help; it’s the Saturday night afterparty. There’s no one to clean up for the afterparty & God knows it’s not going to be them.
T went to one of the restrooms to find that he had a bunch of dried up puke to clean up. Does he ever have the shitty job some days.


