well Hell I quit... no one reads this blog anyhow and the only reason i ever wrote on it was to rid myself of any frustrations that i had about the restaurant industry....and there were lots...from guests that thought that each purchase in a restaurant show be some kind of gastronomique sexual experience to the slave that runs the food to the table for minimum wage and 2% of some snotty waiters tips...when even the snotty waiter didn't take anything seriously because "really I'm an Actor!!!" ....all the way to the uninspired sous chef who did what he had to do even though given free hand nothing got done...except some recreational drug use and the pillaging of the hostesses and the bar stock....after hours of course...all the way to the coke laden assistant general manager who's a really nice kid...just need to focus...and spend 10 weeks in rehab...wow if only the people that came in to eat knew....you have to wonder...out of the ten years i spent completly stoned on pot ...and i mean everyday( figured it out to be about 40# of consumption,personaly) who knew?EVERYBODY?I mean i can tell if one of the monkeys is fried so i have to assume all of those owners and general managers and directors of operations must have known and willingly abused all the dumbass addicts  that passed through their doors just to make a lousy 10% of net to appease their greedy pockets and have the lifestyle that all the crackers couldn't afford but could fake by being in the business...hell free booze,late nights promiscuous people,free drugs,free food....but as we all know nothing is free ,is it? Don't take me the wrong way ...I've had a hell of a lot of fun getting to where i ended up and i have no regrets..there are a few days i'd rather forget but ....no shame...where do i start...????asthe 21 year old dish pig who got fired after 6 months because i started coming to work a little too wrecked or as the junior coook working for 4$ an hour and a free pizza ,until 3 am...reeking of peeled garlic and having to wear the last guys uniform even though he was smaller than me...and overtime pay....what the fuck was that?and the smoking the drinking the sex and the insane italian alcoholic chef who told me stories of escaping a pow camp in ww 2 and offering me money to off his partner by tripping him and stuffing the remains in a 650 degree oven...What the fuck was that...for years i just assumed that weird shit like that happened to everyone..but as i got older i found out that that wasn't true...i was getting an exceptional education...by attempting to play music at every opportunity and by being in the restaurant business i was being  shown things on the darker side of life.....to be continued