I'm at Sizzling Tandoor to show my mom Indian cuisine for lunch. I pick this place because the buffet was always tasty. We get there. No buffet, curries are twenty fucking dollars, they get our prawn vindaloo wrong and bring lamb vindaloo and never give us the raita. To top it off, we're there for two and a half hours because they were oh so very slow! I tried to explain to my dear mother that Indian food is NEVER like this.
That night my friend, Jack and I go out for a night on the town. We wanted to go to an area called Railroad Square where there's a new whiskey bar (which was pretty good). The obstacle for us was getting there - we had to walk around the ugly brown mall with very little sidewalks so we had to dodge cars, and that took for-eeever - not to mention walking under the creepy freeway.
We're done with the whiskey place and decide to go to another bar closer to the so-called civilization. 440 or Round Robin??? We decide to go to the 440. Round Robin is on the way and as we're passing the classy joint, we see a large group of similarly classy people out front. Then a few cop cars fly up to said classy joint. Cop gets out and starts yelling at what appears to be two men, short one in front of the other in a close embrace - neither of the two men have shirts on. Upon closer inspection, we see the shorter shirtless man is covered with blood. He was stabbed.
