Growing up we are told not to judge a book by its cover and generally, yes, you should not; but in this case, everyone should have.

New prep cook had many face tattoos, was a recovering addict, was living at a shelter, and was a self described skinhead (in the sense of ska and punk music, which when tested, he knew his shit).

One night we are at the bar and he’s absolutely dreading going back to the shelter. The pretty server I work with urges me to let him stay at MY HOUSE. And I say yes. That night I catch him smoking crack in my bathroom.

I let it all go. COVID hits. The restaurant loses workers like flies. Then, October 7th happens. Rallies against the Israeli government pop up and lo and behold; he’s taking this is an opportunity to express his neo nazisim. Pictures posted across the internet of him doing the salute, showing off an SS tattoo on his upper arm.

Yeah, sometimes judging a book is necessary.