January 16th, 2004

I Will Not Defame New Orleans.

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I am very sad.
In three hours, I am quitting my job.
Tonight will be my last night bartending.
I've worked for the same person for 2 1/2 years. A personal record.
I love my boss, my bar, my coworkers, and my peeps.
My reasons for leaving are purely mundane and pecuniary.
There's a black pit in my chest.
I do not want to leave.
I do not want to go.