Dramatis Personae

People in my life, names of blatantly guilty parties protect by "oh so clever" nicknames-

Country: " Yeah, I've been to klan meetings"  I can say, with good honesty, Country is one of the better bouncers and people that I know down here.   Despite what could be considered PURE redneck upbringings, the good ol' boy has a black roommate and loves different and new things.  He's smart, and knows his accent sounds "ignorant."  "Fuck that, I know 'ain't' ain't a word but it's easier and people understand it, anytime some yankee tries to correct me, I tell 'im to go fuck themselves, I am who I am."

  I love the guy, he's honest and hardworking, and smarter than a LOT of people who consider themselves educated.

Fightsboss: One of my bosses, the man knocked a dude out without throwing a punch and knows his fighting.  He is also genuinely kind and surprisingly level headed.

Socialite: The man could make a friend in a sandstorm, through him I met Conspiracy and a fuckload of other people.  The man can't walk a block without running into a friend.

Conspiracy:  He legitimately believes extraterrestrials run our government and have shaped mankind since Australiopolithicus.  He plays bass, and supporting vocals in a famous band.  He is an actual celebrity and you have seen his band on MTV.  The guys is intense as hell, and cooler than fuck.  He keeps his beliefs to himself.  I recognized and verified his beliefs on an off hand comment.

I have met amazing people down here, seventeen year old bartenders, and forty year old artists who sell their work only at bars.  I've gotten drunk with frat presidents and homeless guys.  I found a man in a dumpster who tried to grab one of my waitresses ass' and who almost had his arm broken by me.  I've fought fights that weren't mine, and seen a racist cop be right.  My life down here isn't NY or DC or LA.  It's a city, a city I love and a city which protects its own.

-Eight dollars a fight.

What I do

The name might be peculiar to you if you don't know whatI do. I'm a bouncer, and I'm paid around eight dollars an hour.

The bar I work at isn't particularly violent, but fights do happen. Sometimes they directly involve me, sometimes not.

Bouncers don't have any special training or rules which they must follow. They are legally allowed to defend themselves like any other citizen and may remove troublemakers as they see fit.

Before I began being a bouncer again I was an Economist. I worked a 9 to 5, or rather an 8 to 7, and commuted nearly two hours.

Why did I stop a potential career to become a bouncer? Well I didn't, not directly. What happend was that I got sick of the commute, sick of the office, hated my coworkers. They were either assholes or pinfully boring and conceited. They had no interest in being my friends with me, and neither I in them, really. One chick was more or less a lameass, literally narced on me and basically bitched at me everyday. The work was wildly boring, and alienated me from my friends and my life. And I made and did nothing.

In this time, I clung, hard to a liferaft of normalcy. My good friend, lets call her Blade, became one of three islands of sanity in my world. My life was isolated, boring, and I was obsessed with the only people who paid me any attention.

Boredom and me begets destruction. I just need excitement, I need noise, I need people. I drank, a lot. Every weekend I'd run up huge huge tabs and getting as drunk as humanly possible. If there is too little stimulus, I want to fight.

Next chapter: How I Came in North Carolina

My life begane

First Post

Jon's convinced me to post in here. He says my experiences, while mundane to me, are probably not so for the common person. Namely, the amount of fighting and humiliating experiences I get in...

I hated my LJ and so, I'll post my thoughts here, for one seriously form me and not as a platform to boast of my life like LJ had become.