Many people make their livelihood of tips. Strippers, for example. Strippers walk in with a thong and a bra on, and walk out of a room with a trash bag full of 1's. And that's as real as it gets. That reminds me of this Lil Wayne lyrics, where he goes "when I go to the bank, I make withdraws/ when I'm with my bitch, she's without draws." That shit is mad funny.

Anyways, today I went to a bar to watch a soccer game on TV. I arrived at the bar at 1:15 CT. I drank a few beers, and my bar tab came out to around $18.65. But since I was drunk, I was unable to calculate the tip, so I just tipped 2 bucks. Now that ain't bad, but that ain't pretty either. It wasn't until I walked outside that I thought to myself, damn, 2 bucks, that ain't 20%, that's like 11.08% or some shit, and I had a moment, where I stood outside the doors of the bar, wondering if I should go back inside and add another dollar to the tab. I frequent the bar about once a week, and the waitresses inside know me and I've had nothing but good times in there no homo. But I said, "Fuck that, I'm the shit," and I left. That's what Marlo would do. And I'm sitting at home typing this shit on the internet.

- Yu

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