Originally Posted by
Bronzer
The other night, I was walking down the Atlantic City boardwalk. I headed to a beach bar to drop off a set of earrings that a girl I used to date left at my house. It was tough for me, I really cared about her, and its probably the last time I'll see her again. I was an emotional wreck--depressed, pissed off, sad, all at once. As I am walking back from the beach bar, down the boardwalk, heading towards the Strip Club I bounce at (on my way to work), a group of three thugs walk by me flexing their lats and laughing at me. I think to myself "Fvck these guys, its not worth it" and I kept walking. I get about 10 feet away and the one yells "Yeah you better keep walking." Well, something went off inside my head and I fvcking lost it.
I turned around, and one of the started walking towards me---I blacked out and knocked him the fvck out before he even hit the ground. His two friends just stood there in shock and didnt do a damn thing. I started walking away, and kept my eyes staring at the windows of the casino's, to see the reflection if they were gonna come at me from behind or not...They never followed me.
The strip club I work is about 5 blocks down, and one street from the boardwalk. I went into work and 3-4 hours goes by, so I think everything is done and over with....
About 5 hours after the incident on the boardwalk, another thug piece of shit starts staring at me across the street, so I ask him "How ya doing man" and he repsponds with "I know who you are motherfvcker" and gives me some time of hand gesture as if he was firing a pistol. So once again, I lost it and screamed "Shoot me you piece of fvcking trash, I Dare you....I WANNA DIE...SHOOT ME."
He dissapears and about an hour goes by and another thug comes by on a bike. He rides about 15 feet passed me, slams his bike down, and approaches me with a Corona bottle cocked back ready to nail me. The other bouncer pulls out his pepper spray and hits him with him when he's about 5 feet from me. The guy coughs a little bit, staggers, then proceeds to come at me again. I pick up the stool outside and bash his fvcking head in.
HE calls the police and files charges for assault and harrasment. He came to MY club, swinging a bottle at MY head and claims hes the "victim". The officer took me into custody and said they I should have phoned the police instead of hitting him with the stool. Okay officer, at what point was I supposed to call you? Between the time the guy stepped towards me and the time he swung the bottle?
What a fvcking joke. I'm still waiting to get all the paper work back and get my court date. I counter-filed charges for harassment. I really wish I grew up in the 70s-80s when bouncers could fvcking kill people and there were no repercussions.
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