As you know I was picking up some extra $$ by doing some security work on the side. With your advice and support, I don't do that very much now. But...
Back away and just let it slide
: Around the first of the year I grabbed a kid in the club to toss him out because he was smoking some weed. Now, I'm pretty open about the fact that I'm against the war on (some) drugs, but it is illegal, there were detail officers in the club who smelled it as well, tossing people out who smoke inside (even cigarettes) is part of what I was getting paid to do, and I could lose the job & the club lose its license if I let it slide. Soooo... I go to the guy, who's smoking right in front of me, and tell him he has to leave. He drops the last bit of a roach right on the carpet, stomps it out and says, "I'm not smoking anything" as he blows reefer smoke in my face. I grab him to toss him out and get confronted by about 5-6 of his homies. It gets ugly, but I get him out. No help from any of the details who watched it all BTW.
At the end of the night I'm leaving and they're waiting for me... along with a few more of their "crowd" who all watched and followed me to where I parked that night. (They're not from this area and I know that, so I'm not worried that they're going to come back for me some other day. Also, I always park right in front of the club, but this night was a "special" show and there wasn't any parking in front so I parked in the alley in back.) I get "lectured" about "dissin'" this guy and told that they're going to "teach me a lesson". We'd already traded a few little shots in the club earlier when I was escorting this punk out... This was different because I was completely alone, surrounded and at a big disadvantage. Sooooo... I immediately and profusely apologize for any "dissin'" and UNintended slight (between us... a bunch of crap) explain to them that I
was doing them a favor because the cop would have arrested their friend. After a little bit of my being very humble, they said a bunch of racist things to/about me, puffed their chests and walked away. Fine by me... they felt big and no one got hurt... (I always carry... spray, knife, 6 D-cell maglight, hi-cap .40... so I could
have handled it... It just wasn't worth it basically over someone's "pride"... mine or theirs.) I went home, but I had some serious words with the other security, the club owner and the detail officers.
A very similar incident happened again a few months back and that precipitated me talking with you (and others) here and deciding it just isn't worth it for the cheap $$.
Hard, fast, brutal, and mercilessly
: There was a guy who was acting
very drunk. He was also flying a gang bandana. (strictly not allowed. They really hated it when I told them to put them away.) He was using his "intoxication" as an excuse to try to grab/grope any woman he wanted to. I had warned him a number of times to leave the ladies alone. He warned ME that his homies were in the house and they'd kill me if I bothered him again. When he went to grab a girl the next time I tossed him out. His "homies" tired to step in to stop me from tossing him, but other security took care of them. It was only about an hour or so before closing. After we closed, we were clearing the area and getting people to their cars. This guy is leaning on a building a few doors down. I told him to just leave and go home. Some of his group tried to pull a distraction by attacking one of the other security guys and drawing everyone else (security, cops, attention) to that fight. I saw what was happening, got myself into a protected defensive situation (back to the building for one) and waited for his homies to come out of the woodwork. They did, but I was ready. This wasn't like the other time, this gang wasn't going to do any talking, just hitting. 6 D-cell maglights can be really... ummmm.... "bright" at lighting things up. (two down, lights out really quick) Then this punk that was acting "intoxicated" earlier pulled a knife on me. Classic... right? I was ready to toast him for that and I was planning on making him pay bigtime for doing it. I broke his arm at the elbow, he dropped the blade (they still have it with a "collection" of them they've got down at the club in the office), he fell down in the middle of the street where we'd ended up and started screaming like a freakin baby. I didn't even get a second shot in on him! Once he was hurt he curled up and cried.
A security guard and a cop showed up at this point and sprayed down the rest who disappeared like cockroaches... with the exception of the ones who were down & out and some of their "ladies". If "backup" hadn't showed up, I might have been forced to escalate where I really didn't want to go, but I've learned not to live in the "it could have been worse" way... It ended the way it ended. Only three arrests were made... all for assaulting LEOs. Everything else was chalked up to "rival gangs". (Been there before, so it didn't surprise me...) Actually, the 3 I took out were sent to the hospital and I've never heard about it again.
So... I only "help out" with security there when I know it's going to be a non-ghetto/gang crowd. They've fired the promoter that was catering to those types and they're working on bringing in a better clientele. I've only gone to help out with a couple of private parties and to help with the sound system since leaving awhile back after your advice. No more "incidents" to share from there... although I've been asked to work a big show coming up.
Funny story tho... This past Spring, I was asked to "personally" guard Ludacris when he performed there. When he got out of the limo, I handed him a cigar and told him who I was. He barely looked at me until I said, "I just want you to know that I've got a wife and young'un... if this turns into a 'Biggie' situation, you're gonna die." He stopped, laughed and declared for everyone around that I was alright.
I wonder if he tells people in Hollywood about that...