I and my boss

It was a beautiful little place with a few tables, and I was the only waiter on duty. Furthermore, only the kitchenlady, the chef / owner and his camp hairdresser boyfriend. 4s It's a quiet night, I think it was a Tuesday, and two women in matching check shirts are my only client.
I and my boss's boyfriend standing behind the bar on the mezzanine level, talking, and the next moment four men with guns stormed. One shouted something 4s I could not make out, and coming right towards me, gun and all.
The hairdresser was still at that time working for him a Coke pouring but he gets to yell and throw those thug with Coke, glass and all. And the next moment shooting a bullet right above my head in the low ceiling, I just sat there on the floor. The hairdresser threw the sly so with glasses and bottles, and he turned to run down the stairs.
It was only when there is a shot that I slap the table behind dent and think I do want to just not die. When I said "I want to go out with a bang", it was not what I meant.
Luckily someone clicks the panic button and when the alarm goes off storm three of them, but the fourth one hit the gun at the boss's chest and pulled the trigger. And it just makes click. Click. Click. Three times.
And everyone who has been in a working restaurant chefs know how to yell and scream, and he shouted to the man, "It's af # cken gun clap, you p ** $!" And hit him with a decorative knobkierie he so does fall rush, on the way out and turned 4s back up, and go out the bloody shot down.
The two thick lesbene both come under table three crawled out, how they came I do not know, and nobody knows what to say to whom. Miraculously, nobody hurt, and the thugs is empty left. I do not think they know what hit them.
At first I thought I was going mad. Nothing made sense, and for days I just laid on my bed and watch DVDs and nobody spoke. And then surprised yourself, stand up, and go on.
I realized that I was never going to make sense from this, because for some things there is no reason. It happens, and it is as it is. I was intensely aware that every moment of our life is precious, because you never know what's around the next corner waiting for you, there is no time to waste. So what if you do not have the meaning of life can not see?
Last night I came on this clip down on the interweb, and it's a year old, I want everyone should see. See what a difference the vision of one person can make. See what happens when thinkers, dreamers and doers working. If something seems impossible, to make it possible.
The purpose of this blog is to connect a few thoughts to pen, links to photos and articles to put that interested me, and I think you are interesting for them, and reviews on sitting places, events, restaurants, books etc.. Maybe take O Earth! 4s A life of its own and save his own rate, but this is the plan for now. I will be once a week a chapter of my memoirs 4s foggy post, though I swore I would not do it while my parents were still alive. And if you "Songs" click you can go listen to what I do. A journalist for Grace Jones when she asked her to write autobiography. Her answer: "Memoirs? Memoirs What?"
2012 (12) April (4) March (8) Surf's up! Note to self To pee, or not to pee. Chicken ..... The thug, the hairdresser and a man with a plan. A wonderful thing gently stroked Proclamation Heaven