The perils of doing the thing you love for money, as told by Wayne.

The great thing about restaurants is that they’re always staffed by a bunch of freaks. But of course the thing that sucks about restaurants is that… well, you can imagine.

To hear the horror stories (viz. Bourdain), restaurants function the same way pro football does: they keep off the streets those people who might otherwise freak out and harm someone and maybe end up in prison. (Of course, it’s no guarantee.) It’s just that restaurants are best for the skinnier types (usually not much room to maneuver in a kitchen), and football is for the big’uns. I’m sure there are other jobs along these lines–I mean, every career offers a niche for some psychosis, disorder or predilection, if you think about it–but these two just get a lot of publicity.

Anyhoo, I do envy Wayne the sausage-making skills he must’ve picked up in that time.