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casavant
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Friday night, we had some dude get a giant beer mug smashed over his head when I was bouncing. I was way in the back and had to make a mad dash to the front and literally jump over the bar. Our door guy had slipped in the beer and was grappling with a dude on the ground. It turns out that the dude was the perp's friend. The perp had already split. I didn't know anyone was cut at that point- I yanked the guy off my friend and ended up getting him in a head lock- I really would have rather had a choke, but that was how it ended up. Anyway, I started twisting the dudes head around until he was almost facing the ceiling, and he threw his hands up in submission. I promptly tossed his ass out the door. It was only then that I started looking around an noticed that there was blood all over everything and everyone- all over the other bouncer, all over the floor, the door, other customers, the sidewalk, and myself. The dude that had been glassed was standing there with a 37 stitch gash in his forehead bleeding like a stuck pig. You know how those scalp wounds are. We called the ambulance for him and they took him in to stitch him up and check him for a concussion. I went and washed all the blood off me as quickly as I could. They ended up arresting the perp at his place of work the next day, which ended up being a popular bar/restaurant down the street. I guess they're slapping him with a felony charge.
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Last night, after helping my girl move into her new apartment, she's following me over to my place...the night was absolutely beautiful, one of my favorite songs came on the radio. I cranked it up and was literally thinking- man, It's great to be alive. Just then, a cop car swings in front of my girl and turns on it's lights. I pulled over, knowing that it was because I was doing around 40 in a 25. So up walks the cop- he looks at me, and says, "What are you doing?", with a tone of familiarity in his voice. When I tell him that I'm heading back to my apartment, he asks if I still live in the same place. I asked him where he knew me from- he says, "I was there the night you ransacked the "Bottoms Up" club (this happened last summer- I got fucked up in a sleazy titty bar, challenged a room full of Mexicans, the owner and the bouncer to a brawl, then punched the glass door out on my way out. I was arrested at my apartment complex after fleeing on foot. NOT my proudest moment). So I'm pretty sure I'm getting a nice fat ticket at that point. Well, it turns out that he also knew me from an incident at the club I used to work where I choked a dude out after he bit me and grabbed me by the balls. He came back after closing and threw a Molotov cocktail through the window, doing eight grand worth of damage. We ended up bullshitting about that for a minute, and he let me go with a verbal warning, but not before his partner told my girlfriend (who had stopped behind them) to ask me about the bite marks on my stomach sometime. LOL
And...
Last night, after helping my girl move into her new apartment, she's following me over to my place...the night was absolutely beautiful, one of my favorite songs came on the radio. I cranked it up and was literally thinking- man, It's great to be alive. Just then, a cop car swings in front of my girl and turns on it's lights. I pulled over, knowing that it was because I was doing around 40 in a 25. So up walks the cop- he looks at me, and says, "What are you doing?", with a tone of familiarity in his voice. When I tell him that I'm heading back to my apartment, he asks if I still live in the same place. I asked him where he knew me from- he says, "I was there the night you ransacked the "Bottoms Up" club (this happened last summer- I got fucked up in a sleazy titty bar, challenged a room full of Mexicans, the owner and the bouncer to a brawl, then punched the glass door out on my way out. I was arrested at my apartment complex after fleeing on foot. NOT my proudest moment). So I'm pretty sure I'm getting a nice fat ticket at that point. Well, it turns out that he also knew me from an incident at the club I used to work where I choked a dude out after he bit me and grabbed me by the balls. He came back after closing and threw a Molotov cocktail through the window, doing eight grand worth of damage. We ended up bullshitting about that for a minute, and he let me go with a verbal warning, but not before his partner told my girlfriend (who had stopped behind them) to ask me about the bite marks on my stomach sometime. LOL
