Just kicked someone out of the bar... again.

Just kicked someone out of the bar... again.

Not your usual story.

This guy just came in. Nice enough. Nothing to it. Maybe a bit drinky drink, but nothing specific.

But he had hat on.

It's Tuesday.

Many people know that I don't care that much. It's not a rule, it's just a preference:
No baseball caps.

Told him to leave. Said he wanted another beer. Told him to take his hat off as a request vs. a rule. And without doing so, I wasn't going to make him happy: a drink.

Over and over again.

Finally called the cops. Then he was shitty with them too.
I felt bad.
I don't want trouble for anyone.
But don't fuck with me.
This is my house.
Just leave my house, and all is good (except George, sorry).

Don't leave my house? Then I call the cops.

Have fun...

But don't fuck withg MissKitty

First blog submission on Blogger, so just checking it out for now.

Right now I am attending my weekly Art and Liquor Appreciation Meeting at my bar, The Grape Escape, in Galena, IL. Call your shit and make it stiff martinis for $5. Sweet.

Discussing my friend's new story in an anthology, MISSING, "A Mysterious Gathering of Authors."
Shameless plug: you can get the book at echelonpress.com and apparently some or most of the proceeds go to the search for missing children. My girl is Barbra Annino and she's got a few books under wraps waiting for potential release and in the meantime, she contributed to the MISSING anthology.

There's also some chat over the Jo Daviess County Visitors Bureau vs. The Galena Chamber vs. The Galena Downtown Business Association vs. the newest Galena Marketing Initiative, but all that is for another blog.