After a record-setting Fake ID Friday where my race relations are put under the spotlight, one small yet determined ball of fury starts a mini-melee on the patio.
There are stories we tell to one-up each other, and then there is this blog. Read wondrous tales of strange creatures, explore the depths of human indecency, and hopefully laugh a little as we find out what could possibly make people do what they do.
After a record-setting Fake ID Friday where my race relations are put under the spotlight, one small yet determined ball of fury starts a mini-melee on the patio.
Armed with only light Wednesday and Thursday shifts to draw from, let's take a look back at what makes this job memorable.
Last week I swore that I wasn't a bouncer. Silly me. I should have known full moons possess mythical powers.
Working in or outside of a bar is a fun place to meet new people, hang out and have a drink. But don't lie to me. I really, really don't like it.