Don’t worry, dude. I’m on acid.
Crowds had started to piss Johnny off to the point where he blindly threatened to smash the face of anyone that crooked eyed him or questioned the placement of his empties.
Even dudes with friendly looking beards that had an empty bar tab from sipping on glasses of water since the start of “sappy” hour were fair game.
But shit was funny.
I did always wanna mangle that fella from Thirtysomething.