Mangina says what?

So this weekend was ok. I played at Starry Nites cafe friday night, and there was this old fucker who i guess thinks he plays guitar. Well i hired Simon for the gig, and we were playin, and this fuck face old dude decides he's gonna name random tunes he knows. So he says In your own sweet way. Changes are kinda tricky, but nothing we can't handle. Then he says" I'm gonna be listening for those changes!" OMG!!! Who does that? Then as Simon blows over the changes, the fat fuck sits there looking like he's listening for the changes. Then he starts whispering to some schitzo next to him. Well we get to Mike Cottone's solo. Then he starts motioning to me what i should be doing on drums. Not air drumming....he was looking at me saying"play it this way!" I looked dead at him and yelled "NO!" He didn't fuck with me the rest of the night, Nor leave a tip. i should have whipped it out and pissed on his face! He yapped at Simon and Mike during our break about god knows what. He wouldn't even look at me. i think he knew that i'd stab him if he breathed the same amount of air as me for a long amount of time. I just hate people like that! All in all, the gig was ok.
Saturday is a blur, so i don't have anything to say about that. Today i went to IHOP with Barbara, and for some reason the waitresses had some sorta inside joke going, and kept laughing at some poeple across from is. meh, o well, couldn't help but laugh too!
Tonight i went to an employee meeting at the cafe. Long story short, it's gonna fall apart, and everyone hates the boss and or the cook, someone may be fired, someone walked out, and tommorow a new menu is coming out, and half of us don't know what is on it...including me....and I'M COOKING THE SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! meh, i'll deal!
Tome for some chillaxin'! Kanya West time! Peace out!