This is a good bar where people look after each other. The guys wanted to kick your fucking head in, man. But you’re lucky – you’re still in “Downunder”. The black guy was somewhat restrained as he asked, “Where am I?’ “You made a bad call in this bar, Buddy,” said Benji, “come with me” he said taking him into the back room.įortunately, Benji’s Dad appeared in the bar, partly sober but ready to serve. Groaning he held his stomach, coughing up blood. The guy was bleeding from his nose, mouth and ribs. Stop!” said Benji, coming around to the customer side. Two regulars kicked the guy several times in the bollocks and guts. “FUCK YOU,” screamed Benji and grabbed the guy by the head and smashed it into the bar. “Well, you’ll have to do,” he said, reaching over the bar to grab Benjie’s head. “Don’t be fucking smart kid,” he said, “Where’s the guy with a mole on his face?”īenji realised that his Dad had a mole there, so said, “He’s not on today.”
Benji didn’t know what he was on about so asked if he was in the right bar. “Where’s rubber lips, fuckbrain?” he enquired. What he didn’t know was that his Dad was Bi, so often allowed customers to fuck his arse, or he would blow them, just to keep up customer numbers.Ī black guy entered the bar. Summer came and went and Benji worked in his Dad’s bar, as his Dad became more alcoholic and spent most of his unconscious time asleep in the back room of the bar.