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I looked at the room broken bottles blood fragments of clothes. maybe a tooth from somebody not fast are to drunk to get outta the way of a conversation turned bad. The juke box had almost made it threw but it just had to play that one song that caused it to become a target for a flying cue ball. And I herd someone speaking to the toilet I thought maybe I wasnt that hungry after all. As to what caused the riot slash the human tornado of fun I cannot say But in my opinion that jukebox had it coming always playing the wrong songs at the right time no one likes a smartass. And that drag queen could sure throw a mean left hook. While looking fierce and lip sinking to madonna at the same time that my friends take true talent . Seems as though the register had went on vacation but they left the wild turkey and pretzels thank god happy hour was almost apon us. And theres nothing worse than telling a proffesional drinker as myself theres no snacks it's like tellinga kid theres no santa claus. And that big fat guy in the red suit with his little dwarfs were really just some of momies friends. I always wondred why santa was so into getting the crap beat outta him by a woman in a latex outfit calling herself mistress Claus. Yes coffee always made things better mixed with some of my personal corn whiskey yeah grandpa may went insane and herd voices from drinking the stuff but at least he always had someone to talk to. As I looked at the chaos that was my headquarters memories came to me in a flood the booth were I met my first wife. that same booth were i caught her with my best friend and worst enemy and santa i swear he gets around. So much for online dating dam you napster. I should just stick with street walkers and circus people. And I think after my tweenty first DUI that it was good i never had a license to start with. cause i really hate losing anything. It's a shame about my mind. So really other than this little get togather turned riot turned love in turned back to brawl turned into big kid slumber party. It was after the jukebox had to put in it's two cents that it all turned to . For nothing kills the mood worse than a bad song at the right time. Love always Dr Gonzo