I know I was away yesterday and I apologize it was a case
of writer’s block. But today I am feeling more inspired and confident as I am
writing this. Plus I’ve gotten some reading in as well. I’ve still got to get
some work in on my schoolwork, so hopefully I won’t be too long winded today.
But we shall see. I just have to keep pushing today is all. No matter how hard
it gets. Especially with the beginning of the month coming up so fast. Some
things will be changing soon as some things stay the same. I will be getting
out of my room more in the coming months as well as getting out of the house.
Things are starting to look up for me. I just have to get through this one
class and then the changing can begin faster than it seems to be at this point.
But that is not what we are here to discuss today. Today is about my time as a
bouncer.
And it was a hell of a job, one which I wish I could go
back to. But alas my epilepsy keeps me from doing it. It was my favorite job
out of all the jobs I have had up till this point. It wasn’t just that I had
complete control of the floor and could do pretty much anything I wanted. It
was the fact that I could also mingle with the crowd and talk to them every
night and see how they were doing. And have real and genuine interactions with
them. And even got to enjoy comedy routines now and then when the crowd was
mellow enough. Got involved in them too once or twice doing my job. It was a
riot.
Then you had the odd nights now and then. Like the guy
who was going crazy and wanting me to call the cops. All because he was worried
about where his car was parked. He calmed down once he was reassured that his
car was safe where it was parked. Then we had the guy who kept breaking into
our out of order bathroom because he didn’t want to wait in line for the
bathroom like everyone else. Then there was the one time that we had a strip
show in the front booth and my boss said to let it go for a while and when it
went almost too far he stepped in and stopped it.
We didn’t have a ton of fights, but when we did they
always seemed crazy. Such as the weight lifter brawl we had in the middle of
the week once. That was a pain in the ass. Luckily they were all lined up and
we just had to shove them out the door. Then we had one guy argue with our GM
one night about him being a Massachusetts’ State Trooper so that entitled him
to help break up a fight and get special treatment. My GM at the time basically
told him to fuck off. I even got my eye broken one night cause of an idiot that
had gotten hired without me being consulted, he was promptly fired the next
day. It was always felt much more secure when the bouncers from the bars were
around, like I had guardian angels on my shoulders. It was like one big
brotherhood, like one big family.
I still go down from time to time to visit those who are
still there from when I was a bouncer. But most have moved on from then. It isn’t
a job most make a career out of. But I would if I had the chance to. Plenty of
stories to write from that time still. This is not the last you will hear of my
days as a bouncer I am pretty sure. I’ve still got plenty of stories. Including
more on when my eye was broken, and other nights that were just chaotic. And some
of the after work conversations that were to be had.
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