bar-tending is not for the weak. I didnt even drink when I started. couldnt stand the taste of beer I made friends, fell into the life. started going in on my days off. Next thing I know I am living with a man and pregnant. was still working and highway men came in and started shooting up the bar. Roberts father threw me behind a cooler (as I was just standing there ) and laid on top of me. That was my last day .
- Tastes like chicken