August 7, 2012
I asked this great big dude to leave the bar the other night. He was so drunk he could barely speak. He just left. Then I had to physically remove this tall skinny kid. The kid stood outside the bar trying to get back in, or yelling at me every time I'd go to let someone out (doors are locked after 2) At one point he gets really agressive. He picked up a rock from the little garden by our side walk and came at me with it in his hand. It was so small it disappeared in his fist and really wouldn't have done any damage, but none the less, dude was attacking me with a rock (ok gravel, but still). When he got close enough I punched him in the face. He went down like Jenga with Parkinsons. He got up bleeding and started screaming that he was going to kick my ass. He was doing so well thus far! Then all of a sudden, the first drunk grabs him from behind in a choke hold and drags him off into the night. I never saw either one again. I assume the skinny drunk is locked in the great big dude's basement and being treated poorly by someone name "The Gimp"
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