That is messed up!!!

So I really only have 2 things I want to talk about today. Both of these events has left me feeling flat and concerned.

Event #1: Yesterday evening I was getting ready to go to work at the bar. There was still light out so it must have been about 5pm ish. I happened to go to my sliding door to the terrace just to check out the scene. I pull the drapes aside and immediately notice the dead carcass of a duck that probably weighed 15lbs give or take when it was alive. WTF is a dead duck doing on my terrace? Let me back that up....WTF is a duck doing in my area? I have NEVER seen a duck on my property let alone on my terrace. I put my CSI hat on and decided to investigate a little. My observations lead me to believe that this animal had been shot or maimed in some way....either it was delivered to my terrace out of a malicious act by someone or it happened to make it's way up a flight of stairs and died under my patio chair. There was a small pool of blood a foot away from it which suggests that it was alive for a bit and probably suffered. Ugghhhh....I have no idea! I was totally upset by this discovery. There was no way that I was going to remove this poor dead creature from the property...so I immediately called my stepfather to look after that. Hopefully he did! I haven't looked back there yet. EKKK!!! My heart goes out to this animal. I hope he/she is in duck heaven.

Event #2: Last night was a supremely dead night at the bar. BRUTAL! I think we sold only $200 over the 7 hours. Again...BRUTAL! It was about 8pm when one of my regulars walked in. He is a sweet man, about 45 years old...always well groomed and dressed well. He only ever drinks one Corona and then hits the road. Over the time he takes to have that drink...we manage to squeeze in some conversation. I have learned much about this man over time. He is sort of an angel in that he does what I am sure no one else would like to do for a living. Just like it takes a special person to be a surgeon or a lawyer or a vet or shit like that....it takes a VERY special person to look after the terminal cancer patients in the palliative care department. He is amazing! What makes this ironic is that he was diagnosed with terminal cancer over the weekend and was given 3 months to live. This is what he told me while drinking his Corona last night. I cried! He cried! We both cried! His girlfriend left him. His whole family is in Europe. He was telling me he wanted to pull one of the stunts that a few patients have pulled. He described a couple scenarios to me. One patient was a 37 year old business man who was loaded to the tits and could have afforded to extend his life but he chose not to and in contrast told my customer he didn't want any care whatsoever, didn't want any visitors whatsoever and no one could change his mind. He died in 7 days. My customer was describing this to me because he had intended on taking that path himself. I was livid with his commentary and ideology. I expressed my anger and explained that this was not the way to go. We chatted for a couple hours. He had 2 Coronas instead the usual one. By the end of it...after many tears and much discussion, I think I managed to convince him to quit his job and go to Europe to spend time with his family before coming back and getting into treatment. I ordered him to continue coming to see me until he was to leave on his trip to visit his family. He accepted!!! LOL

That was my day/night yesterday folks. Not the most festive day...but...I am happy I got to be an ear and a heart for some people at the bar.

xo P