“I just hated that fucking job” exclaims Kyle Johnson, reminiscing with contagious smile and a Coors light in his right hand.
He continued, “The best part was that my executive chef defended me in front of the VP of the restaurant… said that I wasn’t capable of doing such a thing.”
His contagious smile turned infectious, “ while carpooling together on our ride back into the city, I opened my bag and pulled out a bottle of bourbon”.
“The chef was pissed, he chewed me out for a minute or so telling me about how I never care or something like that…I don’t know, I was thinking about something else.”
“Anyways, we went back to his house and we drank the bottle I stole from work together and had a great time.”