I got thrown out of Whitlow’s last night. It was stupid—on my part. It’s not like I was even there for 10 minutes. But I was talking about a beer bottle in the refrigeratior behind the bar. I didn’t even think about it. I just opened the fridge and grabbed the bottle since there were no bartenders on the side of the bar we were on. So I pointed out the thing we where talking about and before I know it some waiter is grabbing me by the arm saying “you don’t fucking come in here and open the fridge… Let’s go. You’re gone.”
So, I don’t even know what I was thinking. And that is brain damage!