THIS HAS BEEN weighing heavily on me for a long time. About 10 years ago, after I got off of my bartending shift, I went to the Bluehour. The bartender was my friend and he made me some sort of blue gin drink. I don't drink gin. Then I went to Dante's to watch Storm Large. I had a couple of beers and I'm just not sure what happened! I became a mean, aggressive drunk. I have no idea why, but I picked a fight with you and your friends. I called you "Fatso" and then "Four-Eyes." WTF?! I'm still so embarrassed. I am soooooo sorry. My friends still laugh about it. My bad—my very, very, very bad. I bet you are smokin' hot these days. I also wear glasses now. —Anonymous
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