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.