Turns out living in a bar isn’t exactly like every man dreams of. I was sleeping on a bench in a bar in Buenos Aires. While it makes for a good story it did not make for a good nights sleep. I had to tend to drunk bosses and co-workers and mediate disputes on the merits of the Japanese eating whales. For the record I am against eating whales.
Upsides included free drinks and full access to the bar cat, Johnny. But these small perks didn’t outweigh the downside of waking up early to let beer delivery men in, the everlasting fried food smell, and the dangers of living where you work.
So, I’m back at Susanna’s. Right where I started from.
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