Being Mr. Kenny

Well, I arrived at Menzies today to be greeted by two drunken fools who had been there since 10pm the previous night. They’d actually been up in the bar until 6am the following day, I was disgusted. Plus they were very loud and rude, and I had one of my murderous thoughts (along the lines of “I hope they choke on their vomit”). I do sometimes worry about my murderous thoughts, but I don’t think I actually want people to, for instance, choke on their vomit. Just go away, but not to actually die.