Not exactly Pit-worthy and I don’t swear often, so here goes.
So, I went out to this club with my buds last night. It’s an okay place… usually pretty packed and the DJ is good. We got there about 12:30… I got a shot of vodka and a beer and then followed my friends over to one of these tables next to the dance floor. I mostly go just to people watch as I’m 6’5" and look like an absolute doofus when I dance.
I’m sitting there minding my own business when this black gentleman, and I use that term loosely, comes up and starts macking on my buddies wife. She’s a tough chic and can handle herself, but I was still keeping an eye on her. I could tell she was starting to get uncomfortable with his advances and no matter how many times she turned him down, he kept pressing. When he grabbed her shoulder that was it. I turned to them and said,
“Hey dude. She said ‘no’. Go find someone else, 'cause she’s married.”
To which he responded, “Shut the f*ck up white boy… mind your business”.
I laughed. Prolly not the best thing to do. So he gets up in my face.
“You her husband?”
“No. But my friend here obviously isn’t interested…” Trying to difuse the situation, “Come on… I’ll buy ya a beer and we’ll just drop it alright?”
“Fck you. You gonna buy me a beer? I’m gonna fcking kick your little white ass.”
Hmmm… I think to myself. This guy has some race issues. Now here’s where I got stupid. I said to him, “No you won’t” and stood up. Funny thing about me standing up… as I mentioned, I’m 6’5" and weigh about 225. I towered over the guy… looked down at him and laughed again. Then I happened to look around. The guy has a posse. One, two, three… seven. Sht… seven guys… I might be fcked.
So, now the little he-bitch gets right up next to me and starts trying to muscle me. I just stood my ground and watched as he kept bouncing off of my chest and yelling all this racist bullsht. "Fck you cracker… blah blah blah blah…" and his buddies are all doing the same saying stuff like “Yeah… fuck his ass up…” etc…
At this point everyone else started to take notice and I had quite a crowd watching me. Every security guy in the place made their way over and got in between home-slice and myself. It was over pretty quickly at that point 'cause he got up in one of the white bouncer’s faces and started spouting off the same sh*t. His posse still echoing him. Not a smart idea. I know most of the bouncers at this club and am friends with them. He got thrown out… after much pushing and carrying on. For a moment I thought we were gonna have an all-out brawl.
So, I watch g-money and his homeys get thrown out and sit back down to my beer. People keep coming up and asking what was going on. I just told them that the guy was prolly a little too drunk and had some race issues.
About 10 minutes later two cops come into the club and walk over to me. They inform me that the guy had taken a swing at one of the bouncers while they were keeping him outside. Then asked me a few questions. I apologized for causing a scene, and the cop tells me I wasn’t in the wrong and that they’d had trouble with this exact same guy at another club earlier that evening. I couldn’t help but smile when they told me they arrested him.
That was my exciting night. The rest was pretty much a wash because I went into fight mode and had trouble just enjoying the atmosphere after that. According to my friends tho’ I’m “one crazy mother f*cker” for holding my ground against 8 other guys. I guess that’s bravery.
Anyway… this sh*t just seems to happen way too often… on both sides of the race spectrum. Did I mention that I absolutely hate the Southeast?
Oh well… that’s a completely different rant.