When I Smash The Jukebox And Stuff The Bartender Inside Of It And Then Plea "Insanity," Will You Vouch For Me?

Noise Complaint filed last night at 1:15 a.m. (C1-1-142360363 ticket closed by Triborough at 2:12 a.m. as non-crime corrected.)

I went downstairs after I phoned 311, just to see if maybe the police were going to come by, or maybe I'd just wrap the belt of my robe around the bartender's neck. Well, before either thing happened, my dear ol' lease-holder/the Tavern owner ran out the door of the Tavern. I dunno why. But, I was appalled. This the man who guaranteed me his dumb little bartenders would be informed to keep the music "low" Sunday through Thursday nights. At 1:30 in the morning, on a Monday, to see his skilly little arse coming out the door of the Tavern, knowing full well how loud the music was... Oh, I don't know what kept me from tackling him and leaving his body in the middle of Broadway.