Of the many frustrations one might experience in the bar life… the unsavory tales of vomit, urine and feces… there is nothing that sets afire the cockles of ire like a inscrutable little thief.

Last night an ivre mother fucker, and I pardon my French, waited until I went into the kitchen to do dishes and stole a velvet painting. He did not steal a small bird or a cartoon-like turtle, he stole a very large, large-breasted woman. The asshole.

An object is an object and loss of that object is ridiculous to mourn. However, the audacity of disrespect pisses me off. Audacious, surely you are using that word wrong you must think to yourself. But lo, I am using that word because the smarmy little twit who stole my painting, from my collection, off my wall, in my bar after I served him a Budweiser (don’t let me get started on that) came back inside after he ditched the painting acting as though nothing happened.

The arrogant fuck, again pardon my French, thought he could come back with his red right hand covered in a glove. Innocent and charming. He was neither.

I am not a violent person, but I did want to beat his ass upon his return. But logic dictated that would not be a good idea in my own bar.

To make a long story short, it rained yesterday and finally, some of the Hermit Crabs found new season and left their shell. Star Bar was not busy, but it was steady. People came out and drank Rainier beer, and listened to punk and metal. Unfortunately, however, I had to use 10% of my sales for that day to buy a replacement painting.

And that is just wrong.

I know it is my choice to write about what I choose to write about, and I know that this blog should have been about something like the fact the music was good, those in there enjoyed a nurturing good time. and people were in the bar living.

But I had to get out all of the sensationalistic rhetoric and talk about the bad. And that is true. I hate thieves and think they are worse than mosquitos. Mosquitos at least give something back (it doesn’t matter what they are giving back).

But, on a totally different note, the bar feels like bar now.

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