About a year ago I had a Table at the Hard Rock giving me the Death stare at my table. No matter how much I made his kids and his wife laugh he would not smile. By the end of the meal I was asking him if he wanted a box for his food and he told me that I could take his food home and put it in my bowl. (basically calling me a dog) After he stiffed me on a $120 bill he went upstairs to our Front Desk and told the managers that I had scarred his kids for life and that we Mis-interpreted the Hard Rock Hotel as a Family hotel when really we are a bunch of Satan worshipers all because I have a Mohawk and Piercings....
fuck yeah i understand totally and usually when they go further i kick them in the face with my tred air and if they ever cal me a goth or a emo... i dont talk about it without my lawyer