I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

Let’s all stop going to Half King.

It’s a shitty bar… more restaurant than a bar really and the food ain’t that great. It’s too far from the subway in the middle of nowhere. There’s a back room, a restaurant, a front bar and an outdoor cafe, but they all have different rules about who can sit there and who you have to buy your drinks from. The drinks are weak and too expensive. On weekends, it’s crowded with assholes desperately shuffling from back room to front door trying to find somewhere where to stand.

I thrilled and honored to go to your birthday party/moving-to-LA party/pre-gallery-opening drinks party, but every time they’re at Half King I have to weigh my priorities of personal enjoyment toward my duty towards our friendship. I like you; I hate Half King.

No Half King in 2007.

This entry was posted on Sunday, April 29th, 2007 at 6:33 pm and is filed under Progress.