at the Northland Tavern and Grill

Two nights ago, Johnny Pae and I stumbled blindly into this real shithole of a dive where I used to work. Bartender was a heavily-pierced version of Paris Hilton with her hair dyed black. M was at the bar. He is 'el presidente' of a sect of the Latin Kings gang called the Jivers. He used to be banned from the establishment, but I guess he's not anymore. Dude about 40, confined to a wheelchair. Fairly affable. Drove us home at closing time in his handicap van. Pierced Paris asked if I needed my old job back. I really hope something else comes up.