"a group of noticeably drunk, foul-mouthed men walked up to play a game of pool next to where we were playing. We tried to make small talk with them, but they didn't seem to be very friendly. After one of them kept loudly spouting profanities, one of the other men advised his friend, "don't get us kicked out." I noticed at one point in the night that a sheriff in uniform had joined the group. "Good," I thought "maybe he's telling them to behave." Nope. He must have been a friend from work."
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