So, I've come to terms with the fact that I could never make it as a bartender in the city of Saint Louis for the following reasons: 1. Pants-not tight enough. 2. Tattoo-not visible enough. 3. Glasses (When I wear them)-not chunky and vintage looking enough. 4. T-shirts-not kitschy enough. I think that's the primary list for now, but I'm sure I'll think of more. Man I am a supreme fucking misanthropist.
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