Big Guy
So we want to this sports bar for dinner tonight, Tim, myself, and Martin. I think it's name was something like Damons or something like that. The food was pretty good, but we had this waiter that was like... Hello, I'm your psychotic fuckhead waiter, what would you like to drink?
He was a bad waiter, but that's not the point of this journal entry, instead... I would just like to note that he insisted on calling Martin "Big Guy". I don't not understand this, I do not claim to understand this. But, it goes with out saying that this is fucking bizzare.