I’m behind the bar, settin up, door guy comes up, to pour himself a water. He looks at me mid-pour, and says, did you fart? I think for a moment, and say, hmmm. Yeah, I think I did. Yeah, I smell it. He says. Sorry, man, I say. You’re in my area. Enter at your own risk.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.