So I'm working the door at the club on the night the "Unauthorized Sublime Tribute Band" is playing and we have some VERY enthusiastic customers. Now normally the club is a fairly mellow place, even on the nights we have a couple of hundred guests. In fact in the three or so years that I've worked there I've had to "go hands on" maybe three times.
Tonight was a little different.
I had been called inside off the door to help manage the line between the musicians and the fans, and although it was kinda hectic, most of the people were behaving themselves.
On the last song though I see that a hole has developed in the middle of the crowd, so I go to investigate. I soon found out why there was a hole. There is guy trying to mosh by himself and people are just trying to stay out of his way.
Although he is all over the place, I finally got a hold of him and yell over the music,"I'M SECURITY! OUTSIDE NOW!" to which he responds, "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHO YOU ARE!" and, apparently pissed that I interrupted his moshin' good time, he pulls his right fist back to hit me.
I responded by passing the punch and stepping into him, grabbing him in what amounts to a lifeguard cross-chest tow, and grabed a handful of his dreadlocks, pulling back adn causing his neck and spine to compress so as to minimize his movement. I then proceeded to drag him outside, with a short stop at the front door to pry him off the door frame. Once we were outside I threw him onto the side walk and prepared for him to come back at me, which didn't happen.
Instead the guy got up with a huge grin on his face, let out a, "WOO-HOO! That was AWESOME!" and headed off down the sidewalk, leaving me with what must have been a completely dumbfounded expression on my face.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
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