Last night a few friends and I went to a bar for a birthday party. We ended the evening at a serious dive bar with quite possibly the most interesting clientele I have seen in Los Angeles. There was the creepy guy with the neck brace who spent the entire night on the nudie video poker machine, smiling and the bartender was 65 and kept asking what the ingredients were in drinks including Maker's Mark on the rocks. No joke.
However, the highlight of the evening was the following exchange which happened after I spotted a legitimate twitching, scratching capri pants wearing crackhead enter the bar.
Me: There's a crackhead in the bar!
Ava: A red head?
Me: No! A crackhead!
Our friend Mike: A Kraken?
Me: Who the fuck are you Pegasus? No! Not a kraken! A crackhead.
Ava and Mike: Ohhh....
Is there anything better than a little mythological humor in a bar? I don't think so.