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Saturday, August 09, 2003

Hook, Line, and Sinker

People are fucked up. I mean everyone’s a little fucked up, but some people are more fucked up than others. This post is about those who happen to be more fucked up than me. Let me give you an example. I have this Bartender who drinks every night. Wait, that’s not why she’s all fucked up. She just broke up with her boyfriend. She lives in her Sorority house at college where she just graduated. Her car got booted while she was partying in Buckhead. She has 100 grand in the bank because she just sold her house. Oh yea, her ex-boyfriend before the one he just dumped, ate a bullet.

Sounds like to me she has a very full plate. Only, that the only item in the list that is true is the ex-boyfriend eating the bullet part. Not that I really care about my employees, or their personal lives, but Damn!

I’m closing up the shop the other night when I get a phone call from one of her friends. I explained how she wasn’t there and that she is probably at the Sorority house. The response was,” What Sorority House?” “You know, the one at school…where she just graduated,” was my answer as I slowly seeped into some twilight zonesque surreal nightmare. As the conversation unfolded, I learned that she wasn’t in school therefore didn’t graduate. Also, I found out that she was still with her semi-ex-boyfriend on sorority house nights. Her new boyfriend, another employee, doesn’t know any of this. Meanwhile, she just got her car back from the repo-man. It never got booted. Just Damn!

Talk about a Walter Mitty lifestyle. I’m sure there are plenty of psychological self-esteem issues at play here. Not being a synaptical engineer, I’m not aware of just how many. My point is…just how well do you know someone? I’ve worked with this person for several months. I celebrated with her when she “graduated.” I tried to help her locate her car after in was “booted.” I told her it was the right thing to do when she “dumped” the boyfriend. Bottom line…I believed her bullshit, Hook, Line, and Sinker.

I was only going by what she told me. Why shouldn’t I believe her? It’s kind of like that Zander thing from a few months ago. I’ve lost a little more faith in people. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 11:11:56 PM

Drink of the Day

I know it’s been a while since I’ve been in the mood to post, much less a drink of the day. However, there is one drink that helps me to forget…everything. I consider it the “Big Gun” of shots. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce to you, The Prairie Fire. It’s simple really. In your favorite shot glass add 1 shot of Tequila, the better the Tequila, the better the shot. I don’t go cheap on Tequila. My buddy Kiko brought me a bottle from Mexico. It’s very smooth and quite tasty. Now, some like their Tequila chilled. I don’t really care. It’s your preference. Anyway, add about 3-6 good shakes of Tabasco to your Tequila, just like you add it to your chili. Now don’t be afraid, fire that shot on back. It’s quite tasty only now a days, I have to have a Tums chaser. Just damn!


posted by Dax Montana 1:02:18 PM

What Might Have Been

I’m in a Beatles state of mind. I said this to a co-worker the other day. He asked me if it was a “late” Beatles or “cheesy” Beatles state of mind. Now I don’t go for the “I want to hold your hand” early Beatles, but I wouldn’t call it “cheesy.” I’m in a 1965 Beatles state of mind. “Rubber Soul” and “Help” are the albums that spring to mind. However, the Beatles are not what this post is about. It is about a state of mind.

I have been in a funk lately, the not feeling it thing. I guess it could be attributed to the upcoming departure of two co-workers and what might have been. Next week, another Manager and a Bartender are leaving the restaurants to pursue a dream. My Dream.

(I had launched into all the details, but I edited them out because the details aren’t what are important here.)

During the last several months, we had been trying to open a bar in Athens, Ga. My finances just didn’t allow me to pursue the venture. The other manager restructured the deal and found some capital. He is leaving Wednesday. I can’t decide if I’m jealous that he worked it out, or if I’m saddened by the fact that he is leaving, or both. I’m leaning more on the jealous side.

What makes it even worse is the fact that he his buying the club that my old band got our “start” in. I have been surrounded and haunted by the memories of the past. Again, the what might have been?

I can handle the disappointment and depression of not being able to enter this venture. I’ll have my chance later. I am also going through a mid-life crisis type thing too. With the past slapping me in the face, each time I look in the mirror I can’t help but wonder, “how did I get here?” Intellectually, I know that where I am, is the sum total of all the choices I’ve made until now. Yea, I would have done a few things differently. The knowing isn’t helping me out right now.

I think the whole deal has left me unfulfilled. We secretly plotted and planned the venture for months. Knowing that if the bosses found out, we would be out of our jobs with no guarantee that our business was a go. It was kind of like having an affair. Only I didn’t get any pussy. Just Damn!

Anyway, the Beatles of 1965 were leaving behind their goody-goody image and about to enter their harder edge psychedelic era. I’m in the middle of my lifetime. I’m leaving behind my childhood dreams and fantasies about to enter the adulthood realities. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 7:19:32 AM

Too Much Time on Their Hands

I browse a lot of websites. I like the Internet because I can always find some kind of distraction. While checking out Planet Zack, I found this link. It’s a website about the conspiracy surrounding Paul McCartney’s Death and Replacement with a False Paul. I found it very believable, but then again I believe in the New World Order stuff too. Anyway, I found this site particularly disturbing because I’ve been in a Beatles state of mind lately. (More on that later.) At least this guy took the time to put out just enough information to stop my mind from wandering. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 6:27:03 AM

Puns

Ravenwood calls it like he sees it. Go Arnold! Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 3:19:50 AM

Corporate Asshats

The Inspectors were scheduled to evaluate our store. I guess it’s a big deal because they only come once a year. The entire staff busted their ass to make sure everything was tiptop. We keep the place A-1, but we just had the eye for all those pesky details we might overlook when we’re tired. In case you didn’t know, and why would you, the proper set up for a sugar caddie is 8, 8 & 8 that’s eight sugar, eight Sweet & Low, and eight Wet-Naps. It’s those little details the inspectors will bang you on.

The staff was instructed on what to expect and I reminded them that they are being scored too. I made them aware of the importance of this inspection and how it affects the Franchise/ Franchisee relationship. I stayed late to put the finishing touches on the place.

The Inspectors NEVER SHOWED. Bastards! Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 12:23:32 PM

Nothingness

I'm still not "feeling it." Maybe it's the summer doldrums that has me in a funk. Just Damn!

posted by Dax Montana 9:39:26 PM

Tempting Fate

I kneel down before the alter of debauchery. I swiftly and silently slip the frosty shot glass from the chiller. As I causally debate which libation to choose, I feel sudden dread creep into my bones. The muscles of my stomach twitch and knot up. I put the glass back. The store is eerily quiet. I like to sit in the dark and listen to the hum of refrigeration and the creaks of an old building. I gather my thoughts from the evening and just sit. Alone. Only tonight, I remained thirsty.

Quiet and tired I slip behind the wheel of the car, Ahh! The drive home! I tune the radio to some good ole classic Rock ‘n’ Roll. Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir streams from the stereo speakers. I put the car in gear and drive. Mindlessly guiding the car through the dark quiet streets, I head for home.

Rounding the curve, I notice the subtle flash, flash, flash of blue in the low hanging clouds. “Must have pulled someone over,” I think to myself. As the car crests the hilltop, there it is…The License and Insurance Check Point. Just Damn! The ten patrol cars lined up on the roadside like tin soldiers. The Gestapo awaits another victim and it’s me. Snapped to my senses, I begin to go through the mental checklist, Driver’s License… Check, Insurance Card…No. I don’t worry. The insurance is tied to the car tag now. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Slowing down to a crawl, I pull up behind a truck leaving the checkpoint. The officer doesn’t flag me down. I change lanes and slowly follow the truck. I causally look to each officer I pass waiting to be pulled over. As I pass the tow truck and police van, I give a finger wave and drive through the checkpoint unaccosted. Just Damn!

The gods smiled upon me tonight, stone cold sober yet almost stoned. Never underestimate gut feelings. I’m still wearing that shit eating grin from being so lucky. Were they packing up and didn’t want to stop anyone else? Did they just assume some other officer checked me out? I’ll never know nor do I want to. I’ll just smile. If it had only been the other night, I would have been known as inmate Montana. Just Damn!


posted by Dax Montana 4:17:24 AM