In fact, my back was killing me, my feet ached from being on them all day, and I hadn’t been able to feel my arms since yesterday during training, when I was asked for the second time that day to carry one hundred and fifty pounds of ice up the steepest set of stairs I had ever seen in my life. Not so fun fact: The average American bar sells five hundred drinks a night. L’Oscurità sells five thousand. Ask me how much ice that is. Ask me. I. Fucking. Dare. You.
