Okay, I am kindda tweaked at this and apparently no one else at my club is.
Friday night the assistant manager kicked out some drug dealing rowdy types due to the fact the VCG management didn't want to pay for extra bouncers anymore. They get escorted out and the main kid from the group was like "You watch, I am gonna kill you!" as he is leaving.
Monday night rolls around and the assistant manager is out at a deck side bar finishing up his drink before closing. The group that got kicked out at the club start up a fight with the manager and his friends. The leader of the pack fights my manager and pulls a gun on him, misses his heart and shoots below his left arm. The bullet hits his spinal cord and blasts out the back to the bar's brick wall.
He now is in a drug induced coma and is paralyzed from the waist down.
The effed up news is that he went to Iraq 4 times - apparently it is safer than the "upscale lounge/clubs" on the waterfront in Portland, Maine.
The sad news - Once I heard about this I turned to a bunch of girls and I was like "We should all put in $5-$10 and buy him a dvd and video game gift basket. If we start collecting now we could really get him something. It might lift his spirits or something." The girls looked at me like I had spoken another language. So I proceed to say "He was protecting us and we should at least think of something to do for him." The response to more than half of them said "Well, it has been slow, I really don't want to waste money on something like that." So I said to them "It is only $5. This is one of our managers. Get it at your next stage rotation" A girl laughed and said "Yeah, well I would rather buy a drink." Then they all proceeded to the bar while laughing.
I am utterly repulsed and left the club for good. I don't feel safe at this drying up club. Really it is a matter of time before one of the many drug addict girls goes psyco because she isn't making any money due to lack of customers or pissed off because someone "stole her custie." Most of them went from doing lapdances to high mileage for the price of a lapdance or lower because as they say "You know, I am desperate, whatever."



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