This Sounds Likes The Start To A Bad Joke.
So I made it make to Birmingham and I was already up to no good. Basically I walked into the bar I used to work in, and asked the security guy, “Who can I beat the shit out of. and it not be a hate crime?” He responded with, “you want to work tonight?”
Sweet, power to abuse!
Unfortunately this sounded like the beginning of a bad joke.
What do you call someone with epilepsy working security at a bar on tecnho night?
A Bouncer.
The night went quietly, but I was exhausted by the time I left to go home. Throwing out underage drinkers proved to be hard work. I was several hours getting caught up on bar drama, then several of the drag queens walked out.
Like I said………. a bad joke.
