This is just for fun, i'll make a short story about an american doing something in a tavern, then u make another short story after it, so eventually there will be a gigantic story about Americans in Bars =).
Twas a Monday evening and Albert Sendrick Saosin got back from working in the office, doing his 2nd job, a bartender. He had to go leave the bar for a week cuz his sick dying grandma was sick and dying. All of the sudden a mexican man named Bobito comes into the bar and starts cursing and insulting the customers at the bar, making them unhappy and not want to buy anymore drinks! Albert see's a man in black with 5 knives and a silenced Desert Eagle on his belt and asks him to slip some poison in a drink to the mexican man named Bobito....
imagine if ur brother sold ur xbox 360 for 175 dollars and bought a drumset and u have nothing to do but watch basketball all day and post some stuff on the forums? thats the story of my life, even on easter =(
Albert realises that nobody silences a desert eagle and comes to the realisation that he's in the Matrix. He then beats Cho's high score and flies off to Zion.
Then Albert wakes up and finds out it was all a dream and that his life's ambition is to be the first man on plutoSO like all inteligent people he went to the bar to get a drink where he sees Bobito
