Hughes L.
Yelp
When we rolled up to Shitty Acres, 20 deep, my pals and I were thirsty! We'd just been on an epic bike ride, and wanted to just kick up our feet for a bit, before hitting the road. One of my buddies who graciously pulls a wagon with supplies, water, tools, and a modest sound bar, was the last to arrive. The rest of us were ordering rounds and passing around cold ones, and didn't notice our boy with the sound bar had not turned the music off. Owner "Mike" rolls up with his sister/wife in a 1984 Benz, jumps out, and bee lines to my buddies's rig. He starts twisting knobs and pushing buttons, pounding on the sound system, we all immediately turned our attention to him and he begins his profanity fueled tantrum. He's going on about how "Fucking Disrespectful" this "Fucking Disrespectful That" cursing and trying to sound like an actual tough guy! Disrespectful is "Mikey" touching another man's property, treating guests like shit, and then flatly admitting he was drunk. Because we spend money, my friends and I don't act foolish, we don't get wild and we don't get belligerent. "Mickey" needs to worry about the decrepit bar, and fix the issues that are obvious, you can smell the mold through the beer. Maybe an asbestos test.