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Ahhh, letting the PTSD flow through my veins again.
Urban clubs and parties were always a nightmare, horrible crowds, violent, people trying to do shit inside that they're not allowed to, trying to smuggle drinks, weapons and drugs in etc....
In Brazil, they have these megaclubs where 20+ bouncers are working, and I happened to be recruited there thanks to one of the guys I trained with. Most of the clubs play country music, as the rich Brazilians love to listen to country music and pretend they're cowboys. Most of the troubles are guys yelling it each other, as they're too pussy to fight, but you have to watch out they don't come back with muscle. The patrons, the wannabe cowboy guys are looking down on anyone that is not rich, giving you shit for nothing etc...
One night, I get stopped by a few people sitting at a vip table, drinking a (few) bottles of grey goose which is super expensive in Brazil, and the guy says jokingly he wants to show me a party trick. His friends and his whores are already grinning, so I'm already dubious about his actions. He proceeds to take a lemon quarter and throws it full force at my head, resulting to hit my forehead. They explode in laughter.
I told them I knew another party trick, so I got my dick out, and peed in his glass from the other side of the table, causing his glass to spill all over the table, with my pee ending on his (and his friends) pants and shirt. For good measure I also aimed at their other ice bucket, to be sure that bottle got baptized too. The women started crying and the guys had the scared pikachu look on his face. I put my dick back in my pants, went to the locker room and left. Needless to say, I got fired after that night but it was so worth it.
On the other hand, usually I try to be friendly with bouncers, as it's a super shitty job to do. But so many guys think they are cops, and so many are violent for no reason and like to inflict violence on weaklings while they could have just talked it out.
In Curitiba, there is this bouncer that used to be a sparring partner of Wanderlei Silva in the early Chute Boxe days, pure class act, very friendly, now in his late forties, never understood he bounced and didn't focus on a fighting career, as he put some of the best fighters through hell. Could have been a top fighter.
Edit, also @Cole train didn't knew Finland has gotten to shit with junkies and thrash.
Was more about the places i worked at,especially that mcdonalds at the time was only one open at nights in the centre so all the druggies tried to come in there to shoot up
At least they were polite enough to shoot up in doors lol