I worked there one night a week for months. The other four nights at the St. Louis. It was actually kind of boring, mostly old timers and jug drinkers. My very first night there the other bartender said I had to go into the bathroom and throw out this giant biker guy named Glen who was selling drugs. I immediately said F that. He said, don't worry about it. He just had heart surgery. Punch him in the heart.
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