Got home from work about 2 hours ago and can't sleep. I was sitting up at the bar taking a small break with two male buddies (one white and one black). This drunk white guy came up and was talking to me about how he's from the south side of Chicago and there is nobody in my club tougher than he is. At first, I played along cuz I though this old fart was funny. He then looked at both my male buddies and said, r u with these two "brothas"? Keep in mind one of them is white!!! So he says, "Oh, so you date those kind?" He then started to tell me that if we continued to let "the blacks" in, the club would quickly go downhill with gun violence. Well, my two buddies heard this and so he says, "What's up, BROTHA!?" Well, let me just tell you, it got a little nasty. He said he had a gun (which he earlier told me he actually didn't) and threatened to kill them both!
He was quickly thrown out.
I don't know, just thought I'd share my story of drunken, idiotic customers. I kept trying to tell the guy to go to the other side of the club so I could dance for him just so things wouldn't get bad between him and my 2 friends. I didn't know how else I could've handled the situation. I feel kinda guilty in a way cuz I was talking to him when all this started.



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