Fuck You, St. Louis

I have to deal with the closing of the store, our family's financial security blanket. And now one day, one fucking day! ruins what was up to that point a fairly relaxing vacation:

• I go to the Show-Me's in St. Charles, across the Missouri River. First I can't find because it's on the longest goddamn service road in the world. And then I get indifferent service from Christy, who's hot but doesn't show barebelly like Rachel at the Brick House in Chesterfield did. I told her she gave me the wrong check and asked for the right one -- which was three dollars more.
• Then I got my ticket. God, if this is what I get for being honest, maybe I should've just paid the bill Christy gave me. Son-of-a-fucking-bitch.
• I was on my way to the strip club when I got my ticket. I thought about not going; not only did I feel the need to begin conserving money for the ticket I'd have to pay immediately, but I wasn't in the mood. Maybe it was a sign I shouldn't spend money on a handjob. I did decide to drive on because that's why I was going to St. Louis. But when I got there, my All-Time Favorite, Autumn, wasn't there. What the fuck? She wasn't there Friday afternoon either. She's taking weekends off now?
• I thought, with some temperament, to try and make the money I'll have to spend on the ticket at the casino, and since I have all this time on my hands now, maybe this was the sign, maybe I should do this instead, and I'll win so much money I'll be able to pay it off. Fat fucking chance. In five minutes playing at a craps table with only four other people (in the middle of a Saturday afternoon -- I thought St. Louisans spent their sunny summer afternoons at the casinos instead of outside) I lost $25. With that loss, I think I finally realized the real sign: That I should just go the airport now. While fucking obeying the speed limit, of course.

One day ruined the three before it -- and I wasn't in that good of a mood in the first place, St. Louis. I treat you so good, shower you with tourist money and time, visiting East St. Louis (that's where the strip clubs are), and vacationing in a city where not even locals would vacation in. And this is how you treat me? Like shit?! Taking more money from me than I can give, money I have to give you or else I'll be in jail? Fuck you!

My other ATF, Ivy, told me she was leaving The Life in six months. Another goddamn change in my life. I still can't deal. However, not visiting St. Louis again after the way you've disrespected me -- well, if this is the pain you want to inflict on me every time I want to enjoy your city, that's change I can believe in. If I'm not able to see Autumn again -- and I hope to Buddha that's not going to happen -- then I have no reason to come back to St. Louis. And then I just might not visit your once-fair city again.

That's what you get for treating me like shit.