WHERE IS VLAD WHEN YOU NEED HIM ER, HEM?

I know people are really getting juiced off vampire shit lately but is calling the creative director at your job Dracula really necessary?

And why destroy anything? We are just getting ready to fix shit.

Speaking of which:
On this same night I am working downtown at about 1:30am steadily working our down both sides of Sansome (often called Samson by some of the larger block heads, don't get me started on the pronunciation of Greenwhich) making a shit ton of noise and progress at the same time when we pull up to our last stop before California to service the 9 cans on the corner the gentleman in his BMW decides he is done posting an ad on Craigslist on his iphone and wants to leave, this is after we park the truck and touching cans mind you. I wave on Mr. Suddenly-in-a-pinch-to-bounce and he, still looking at his phone while pulling away almost hits my partner, to which my partner states:
"Probably an Obama voter..."
"Why is that?" I should mention that this is the same night of the 30 minute paid advertisement, a week before the election.
"Because he can't see what's going on!"
I let it go at that, I was already tired.

We worked together after the election and I chose to not rub it in his face, besides his full time partner who he enjoys the company of very much sports an Obama/Biden bumper sticker.
I figured that was punishment enough.
And he is a smoker..