Kicking and screaming… and biting.

I started the day with an alcohol certification class so I can legally continue to be a barback at Sunshine Theater. I again remembered what it was like to be taught in a structured-for-retards kind of class.  Later at work, I explained how I gave five precious hours of my life away. The bartender girl just thought it was funny that I still managed to miss one question on the test.

This is the second show I’ve worked at Sunshine since I was hired a month ago. It was a hip-hop show, not very big. The first one was a Static X show, and was pretty packed. But I still had to clean up just as much vomit and ass-explosion as before.

There’s a lot of fast walking I do around the place, but I seem to end up in the right places at the right time. Tonight I got to witness the security guys drag a belligerently drunk girl out of the crowd and throw her outside. Minutes later, I saw her on the other side of the building hand-cuffed with a couple of cop cars surrounding her. Next time I walked past the window, the entire fleet of APD was surrounding her.

I didn’t really find out for sure what happened. When I was scraping off graffiti outside, there were 20-30 cop cars surrounding the building, some officers arguing with witnesses. All I gathered was that a mob of civilians protested how the cops were treating the girl, and a physical altercation developed that required the police officers to get all their downtown blokes to help’m out.

All because of one girl and alcohol.