The Ranger said:
I bounce.....Nothing really to brag about.
Ranger
Nothing to brag about, but the stories can be fun. I started doing it when I was nineteen because I needed the money and wanted to experience it. The first night I bounced was only the third or fourth night I had ever been in a club or bar. I've never had a big ego about it, although after dealing with verbal or physical confontation on a nightly basis I did find myself gaining a more aggressive outlook on things. I only do it on weekends now in a very laid back bar, the rest of the time I work in a library and at Gold's Gym (funny combination, huh?). I've physically tossed out only three people in the last six months, which is how I like it.
At one club there was this guy who would always come in with friends. He had no legs, so sometimes he would come in in a wheelchair, but would walk through the line on his hands, kind of dragging his ass along, then have them put him in his wheelchair once inside. One time when we were closing though, he didn't have his chair for some reason, and was damn near getting trampled over when everybody was squeezing out of the club. I ended up picking him up (at his request) and carrying him in my arms through the crowd to his "friends" who were waiting outside. It was quite a sight to behold.
We had 2 Live Crew perform for a Halloween show a couple of years ago. I picked them up for the airport, then took them out to eat. Their booty shaking chicks were all polite, said a prayer before eating and everything. But after their performance that night, they went out and mingled with the crowd, where we had to make a couple of them come down off a raised bouncing platform. They were being happily finger banged by a patron.
69 Boyz ran a train on some chick in their dressing room (surprise, surprise), and Sir Mix-a-lot left a huge pile of mary jane stems and seeds after rolling a fat blunt in the back.
We kicked out a group of Hispanic guys one night who had repeatedly been giving us trouble. One of them made a move on one of our guys, and our guy promptly laid him out. It turned into a big scene, but they eventually left. A week later they jumped our guy in a parking lot with a piece of re-bar (those metal rods used to reinforce concrete). Luckily, he deflected most of the blows with his forearms. They ended up running off, he ended up going to the hospital to get x-rays done. It turned out nothing was broken. They got arrested and convicted, and he was a lot more careful in that part of town from then on.