I don’t know who did it. But every patron yesterday at my bar who was spouting off or saying enough is enough, or what is this world coming to, yada yada yada were all real quiet about the whole thing today.

It was a blessed night. Busy. My body is screaming at me. But there was no political talk. Everyone was behaving themselves and besides the one dude I had to kick out yesterday showing up again, it was all around much better.

It almost hurts restraining myself from saying “where’s all that shit talking now? Enough is still enough, right!? RIGHT?”

But when I’m working, I’m working. Maybe one day I’ll get to be the drunk idiot.