My feet are numb. The waves of people won't stop coming into the place. It's been like this all day. No matter how much potential money is out there, I can't go to another table. If I have to ask one more fucking person what he would like to drink, I'm going to roll onto the floor and piss all over myself. Just try and cross me lady, I'll fucking cut your fucking eyeballs out.
Maybe I should start drinking again. This never used to happen when I was drinking. I could just bounce into things and breathe toxic fumes into customer's faces. When it was over, I would wake up on my living room floor, with ketchup all over my shoes, and a waitress's trousers crumpled in a heap nearby.
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