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By Michael E. Miller
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Stuntman: Eddie Santana, the restaurant rebel who made $145,000 suing 30 of his former employers, is a total piece of shit ("Pest Control," Michael E. Miller, March 10). I've been working in restaurants for ten years and, yeah, most places do shady stuff and they deserve to get sued for it. But the stunts he's pulling just make him an asshole.
Scram: The guy looks like a serial killer. Hopefully this article will run him out of town. Takers never win. Let him sleep on that hard pillow. Creep!
Menu of enemies: I have a laundry list of people who can't stand this guy. He is notorious for being a douchebag. Always walking out on tabs, a horrible tipper, and now this!
Swell guy: I don't know Eddie, but he seems like a guy who keeps it real. If somebody was messing with me or my money, you better believe I would be going after them. Now that I know my rights and some law because of Eddie, I'm going to sue some of my former and current employers and people who dare to ever touch me.
Rallying cry: I have worked in many restaurants in Miami, and I have had to pay for uniforms and have had tips withheld. I should sue a few places too. This guy is smart. Restaurant owners and managers need to stop exploiting their employees.
Me, me, me: If this guy really cared about the industry and how workers are treated, he would start some nonprofit organization to help others and give back. But like most narcissists, it's all about himself.
Career move: Ah, the American dream — work a day, get paid for a month. Just sue your way to retirement. It beats working for a living. Maybe it's time for a "career" change?
Cash bar: Closing Wynwood galleries early or not opening them on Second Saturdays is an absurd method of dealing with a tiny minority of free-booze hunters and vacuous adult-teens ("Walk the Line," Carlos Suarez De Jesus and Jorge Casuso, March 10). We cannot allow ourselves the luxury of cracking down on the only truly bohemian event that entices people of all ages to enjoy art in a setting that is virtually out of the box. Food, car exhaust fumes, and rowdy visitors bothering gallery owners? Suck it up — it's only once a month. Buzzed patrons? Don't exhibit your expensive pieces during the art walk, or better yet, do away with the free booze.
Circus charm: It really has become a circus-like atmosphere these past few months, but that is part of the art walk's charm. Sure, sometimes things get out of hand, and there will always be idiots around encouraging other idiots to do idiotic things. However, galleries should embrace this new influx of enthusiasts instead of downright banishing them or snootily switching hours of operation.
Bad mix: Sorry, but those new droves are not art buyers. The majority are underage people looking for a free drink where they won't get carded. Most of the rest are just scenesters who want to be around the newest "cool" place. The few actual buyers are put off by all the shenanigans. Don't get me wrong, I love mayhem, but there is a time for it, and an art walk really isn't it.
Road sage: What a timely story about vigilante cyclist Ken Bereski, who films bad drivers ("Ride or Die," Tim Elfrink, March 10). Recently, while doing my six-mile bike trek to work, some idiot in a passing van came within an inch of my left arm. When I saw him stuck at a red light a block away, I got next to his van and pounded on his window, yelling all sorts of obscenities at him while educating him on the Florida law. When we all took off again, I noticed a car trailing behind me. Apparently he could not give me three feet of clearance, so he waited until the left lane opened before passing.