I want to make a truce with the snow and ice. The terms of the agreement will be as such:

1. Snow and Ice may only come during the work week to optimize days off work. 2. Snow and Ice must vacate said state (in this case Pennsylvania) by no later than February 28^th 3. Snow and Ice will coax mother nature to hasten the golf season to begin in March and I will not shovel or salt either in the month of February 4. If snow and Ice terminate any portion of this contract they will cease to exist until further notice…

This guy’s nose is all bashed in. Some roided up dude smashed him a good. I’m sure they were both being assholes. Alcohol does this to people...actually, it makes assholes bigger assholes.

I say to him, “You can’t come back in. You fight and you’re out.”

He tries to push past me. I put my hands out and stop him.

“I know, I know, you don’t care,” he says. He’s drunk, way too drunk to be out in public.

“Caring has nothing to do with it,” I say, “I don’t want you bleeding on me.”

I go back inside and the door shuts behind me.