I’m in between shows, place is pretty trashed, water bottles strewn on the ground, kids=mess. Trust me I know. I gotta clean up after two at home. Constantly. I go in the bathroom. Let’s just go in, take all of the paper towels, and instead of put them in the trash can, oh let’s toss them all on the ground. Why not, right? I know somebody gotta clean it up.
I notice something underneath the urinal. A lone can of Spaghetti O’s. Empty. A bit of sauce still clinging to the insides.
Sure. Let’s go in the bathroom. Have dinner.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.