You guys warned me about Pat, many times actually. I continued to try to get him to say something, like an explanation of his thoughts and or reasoning...and yeah, it never came. And yeah, you guys told me that was because he never had an explanation, reasoning...or maybe even thoughts.

This is a bit like a bar and I feel like it is kind of a hidden bar, not many patrons, a few regulars, and sure, once and a while someone stumbles in, there is an altercation, but in the grand scheme...it does not happen often. 

We're down an alley, around a corner, behind a wall of trees and the sign is not really visible. At night most of the bulbs don't light up and so the people that come in, do so because they know how to find it. No reflection on you, Dan, I mean you run a solid establishment, it's why there is a group of regulars. 

The funny thing is, when there is a problem, the people that got into it, they self-eject. I mean, every time, they just get up and say "Alright, I'm going." no bouncer throwing them out headfirst into some clattering trash barrels in a pouring rain. It's been kind of strange how, I don't know, self-policing this place is. 

So, yeah, there is a person once and a while that has had a few too many and they start to stir, stir, stir, but mostly they come to their own realization that it is not getting them anywhere, they quit, and stumble back out into the night. So far, we've never really had to drag some stupid son of a bitch out the back door to the loading dock, beat the leaving hell out of them, and toss the body in the river. 

I'm not saying it won't ever happen, but so far, we've managed without having to do any wet work. 

This thing though, with some 17,000 people finding their way in here, just all of a sudden like, this I can't explain. And they are quiet types, they are just looking at us, not saying anything at all. I'm not sure how to take that.