Shitty O'Keas
Tonight Dr. Chandler and some of my former fellow Hospitality Management students came to my restaurant to visit and have dinner. Later on I met them down at Kitty O'Shea's for a few beers and a shot. Afterwards I passed out on the train and missed my stop. When I woke up I was surrounded by Hispanics and had to piss like a race horse. I ended up whizzing in an alley on my walk home. It was quite relieving.