We let too much slide. I’m guilty of it myself, but I’ve realized that we are all flawed. Some of us more so than others, and some of us hardly at all, or whatever- you know what I mean. But why should it be my responsibility to go out of my way to correct others? Can’t we hold ourselves accountable by following an innocent conscience? Why do we have to be saturated in a world of guilt? It’s not expensive to be a decent human being. It costs zero Bitcoin to treat someone you don’t know or someone you do know with respect. Why is it my job to clean up your mess? Why do we have to pay for janitors? Shouldn’t we be cleaning up after ourselves? “Eh, someone else will get it, they get paid to clean up after me.” Knock it off.

There are some great people doing great things behind the scenes, setting great examples but because of this world of advertisements and hoopla, these things go unnoticed and unfortunately are not as trendy. We are all flawed in one way or another. It’s okay though, you don’t have to work to improve yourself, somewhere there is a guy paying a person to clean up your flaws. And please don’t just think of this from a custodial sense of the term. Think beyond cleaning up the puke in the sink of a 5-Star restaurant restroom as if it were a primary school shithouse. Think beyond hanging onto your beer can for 2 more minutes when you see a trash can instead of just throwing it on the ground or into a bush, a living, growing plant that provides. Think beyond the effects of a war-stricken country that’s getting explosives dropped on its main infrastructure and the innocent people suffering the consequences. Think about that.

I write this frustration-laced language out after a 10-hour bartending shift at a bar included on a list of checkmarks of places to stop for a 1,000 person St Patrick’s Day Treasure Hunt pub crawl. They say the real shit comes out of ya when ya drink. I’m not sure how I feel about all of this. It’s a scary thought. I enjoy the job and the money and all the other perks that comes from working hospitality, and I love to provide great service to people who appreciate things for what they are, but mannn oh man, some of y’all, I don’t care who you are, but I really just wish some of y’all would just stay home. A chill night with okay money or a chaotic night with great money? Right now- I’ll take the money- but as soon as I don’t need it anymore, I’m stepping down so someone else can deal with you. I’m over it.

Let’s flip the skrip. I could give a cats ass about a holiday, honestly, if I were St Patrick and I saw all this shit I hope I’d be like, “y’all need to chill, roll some joints, sit down listen to music and talk about some cool shit.” But if I were St Patrick then he’d be me… woah… what if I AM though. And he IS me! And I’m him but he-me said “y’all need to chill and celebrate differently cause that’s not how I roll”? What if that happened and it was right now? Am I Saint Patrick? I’ll never tell. No, I’m not. Or am I? “No, you’re Nick.” We all started out swimming in our dads nuts. That’s what all of us were at one point. A fraction of a dot on the scale of being. Have any of you ever smoked DMT? I’ve heard good things about it.

Accolades reached today: 100 mojitos, probably. Goodnight. This won’t be posted until tomorrow (today, but since I still have to go to sleep) so good morning or afternoon also. 🖖🏿

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