Under the gun today so no time write but I found this is my drafts. Apparently I wrote this March 3rd, but never posted it. It was regarding Scorpio Moons, trolls and such. It was based this: My sister wondering why I let trolls be unless they really forced my hand…

“Well for me it’s like the hydra. Cut off the head and it grows two more in some cases,” I told my sister.

I had answer for that in 2 seconds, what is yours?


Here’s the post:

I’ll wrap by saying the professionals, be them drinkers or internet trolls know how to stay on the right side of the line and I recently explained this to my sister (who is NOT a bartender) when we were talking about the Scorpio Moon and the hydra.

“It’s like those gals who screw everyone. There is a gal like that in every bar… at least one and I mean at least one on each shift. The like attention, they are usually alcoholic and they wind up giving blow jobs in the parking lot to… whoever. They’re party girls I guess you could say and regardless of what I think of that or them, it is really none of my business.

Further, they are good for business as long as they don’t bother me or the customers who are not interested but the main thing is, if you get rid of a girl like that in a bar, another one shows up to replace, usually within a week and typically you liked the one you got rid of better than the new one.

Based on this I’d just let them know where the line was – I’d look them right in the eye and tell them and by and large they were glad I did because they invariably liked my bar. I always had the best bar so it was a big relief to them to know they could do as they pleased just don’t pull any crap… don’t make my day hard, give me any crap and you’re good to go.

Because this is their life, see? They have a life, I have a life and as long as they can live theirs without ruining mine, well I could care less what they do. Rock on!”

I think this is sort of funny, finding this now with Venus retrograde and Ginger?

Ginger (her real name) was the party girl in the last bar I worked in. I was 23, she was 27 and she was the best whore ever. I do tend to get along with these girls, I just really don’t think it’s my business.

I vividly recall inviting her to fuck anyone she wanted but if a man blew her off she should take the hint.

ha ha ha.