At this point in the interview Blummy has calmed down a bit. The kosher party had him so worked up that for a second, I swear the man levitated slightly out of his seat. He was even gripping the microphone like some kinda' sports caster. So after his ass finally made purchase with the seat cushion, we continued on with the interview.

So the music in the Coffee Shop is bumpin', we're both talking, and then out of the blue he admits that he's the drug dealer for his restaurant. I was a bit taken back--never expected this sort of confession--but I'm still obviously missing something. 'Cause even after this sort of confession, it never even hit me until late that night, after I was listening to the interview through my headphones, and typing it out on the computer. The red, sleepy eyes. The constant need for coffee...

Stick a fork in him, he's done. That crazy bastard came to the interview completely baked.

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I am a seasoned server. I am a professional. However, I have my vices. I'm efficient. I'm consistent. I'm reliable. If you're working with me, you know you're back is covered and I can carry some extra weight on top of it. I drink. But I don't steal from the company. I don't sit there and get wasted on the job, but I might take advantage of an extra glass of wine, ya' know? Or two extra glasses of wine. Or do a little extra tasting during service, not only to learn about what I'm doing...but to get a buzz on, you know? It mellows me out.

I don't steal, cause I wouldn't jeopardize my job. It's just not worth it.

If I'm working with someone who's slacking, or lacks initiative, or is just lazy and negative minded, I'll tear into 'em. I got a bad temper when you're holding me back and slowing me down. When people slack off and leave something where they shouldn't, and I know that they knew it was wrong but they did it anyway. I'll rip right into 'em.

I don't lose arguments. I might not win 'em, but they're gonna' walk away with their tail tucked between their legs 'cause they shoulda' known better. But that's me. I lead, and if you get in my way, I get you out of my way.

We have a very warm working atmosphere, but the problem is that the discipline isn't enforced. The only discipline that exists is the professionals that come in who are already self disciplined. When people slack off, management doesn't say shit.

If it wasn't for me, I bet more people would be slacking off. People know that I have certain responsibilities on certain nights, ya' know? Girls especially, they're...they're lazy little bitches. Yea...

I think that women and men are equal in their abilities to do things, but if you're an attractive girl-and I love attractive girls-the men just want to get with them and they'll do little things for them. Or if the girl just sucks, the guy won't mind as much 'cause they want to get in her pants. Now if it's an ugly girl, forget about it. She's over with.

But the girls I work with are just bitchy. They're, I don't know. They don't belong on the floor. They're not workers. They're just prissy little bitches who don't want to get their hands dirty. Ya' know?

Me? I'll jump into a dish sink just to grab the last spoon. You gotta' understand. I'm focused. I don't plan on being a waiter just for extra cash 'cause I'm an actor. I plan on learning, absorbing and just marching forward as fast as possible and getting a management opportunity thrown my way 'cause whoever's running someplace notices my ability. I'm not a perfectionist but I don't accept half ass answers. I just want to be given a chance to succeed 'cause I know I'd run a tight ship.

There's little drama in my restaurant. But then what's drama? Something like the executive chef fucking the hostess? People are fucking. Every restaurant's the same. You got your cool guys and those who do their own thing. People who go out after work and people who hook up and start fucking. That's when drama happens. But I don't got no drama.

Ya' know, the restaurant business is all about busting your ass. Drinking. Drugging. Fucking. Sleeping late. Waking up hung over and doing it again.

I supplement my income by dealing weed, and 80% of my client base is at my job. The bartenders, my co-servers, the cooks. Ya know, I smoke weed all the time. I come into work high, but I don't fall all over the place. I've smoked so much that it's just like Ritalin.

A couple of the servers do coke. But that just gives people their edge. It doesn't get out of hand. Most times you don't even know they're on something. It's not like someone's waving a jar of K downstairs in the pastry department, then comes back up to serve table 100, and is all K'd out and falls all over the table. It's not that crazy. Most people just get wasted after work. And that's just people living their lives. It has nothing to do with the work place.

I don't like smoking weed before work, but sometimes, since I start at four, I might smoke around noon. And I might still be a little bit loopy. Just chillin'. I don't get high and then go to work 'cause then you're on the fence and you could fall either way-focused or sloppy. And I'm not taking that risk.

I've been smoking weed since I was thirteen. So weed is just a part of my life. I don't use it 'cause it helps me do anything...

I just smoke weed.
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