Hello, Amanda. Welcome to the Mender Room.

Hola, bitches.

Ola!

All right, all right. I'm going to take us back in the day. I was a fresh 21-year-old. I was

partying in L.A. at the Trubidor.

Oh.

And, yeah, so I'm out there with my friend. It's about 1 o'clock in the morning.

She and I had been having so much fun, just dancing, music, all the good things, drinking.

My friend goes out of the bar for a minute. She was a smoker. She also, there was the pay phones, you know, so she had to make a call.

I had bought, I had bought the first two rounds of drink, so it was her turn. She comes back in and she hands me some cash.

She was like all wadded up in her pocket.

She hands it up to me and says, okay, I want this.

And I got, I ordered mine.

I passed the, the money to the bartender.

And like he does the whole pencil, the pen thing, you know, like checking money.

Yeah.

I think she's like like i don't know i think

it was like some 20s i don't recall like what the bills were but at any rate so uh he's checking it

with the marker and then he goes back and i thought he was going to you know like get me my change

and not in the drinks and whatnot but uh he had pulled some guys from the back area where

they're making drinks uh to come talk to me and he got the same pen so he's marking up the money

and uh like you know i'm i'm kind of tipsy and happy and they're like what's your name and i'm

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