Bouncer Trouble

I used to be a bouncer at several different locations in the Toronto downtown area. I enjoyed working on the patio when I could despite not being a smoker because talking to people made time go by faster and hey, easier to get phone numbers. There was this one place I worked at that always had crazy shit happen. The ‘patio’ was also a weak chain link fence with some tarp thrown over it. The club was cheap, so the fence didn’t cover the entire area so I had to be watchful of people trying to sneak in. One night, I felt lazy so I stood in the opening with my back to the street. I was talking to some people trying to kill the time. I felt some guy stand behind (coming in from the street). This wasn’t too unusal, some people get turned away and when they see me, try to bribe their way through the patio ‘entrance’. I was having none of it so I puffed myself up, determined to ignore him until he gave up on me noticing him. After about 10 mins of this, I started getting a bit creepied out cause the guy was just standing behind me without saying or doing anything. I turned around to tell him to fuck off, but stopped mid-sentence. This guy was a bit taller than me (I’m 6’2), kinda lanky, very well dressed. He was also covered from head to toe in blood. Like completely drenched. I thought he’d been in an accident so I dropped my tough-guy act and starting asking him if he was okay, needed an ambulance, etc. He calmly responded, nah he’s good. He just wants to find his brothers. I was like “umm, are you sure your brothers are here?” He insists that they are here as they told him they’d be in X city (not anywhere near Toronto where the club is located). After his complete obliviousness to what city he’s in, the fact that he’s soaked in blood, and his intense stare (dude wasn’t blinking), I called my boss up. When my boss appeared, I gave a quick run down of what happened. He talked to the guy very briefly, then told him he’d assist. He went and got some patrolling cops. When the cops appeared, one of them lightly touched the bloody guy on the shoulder. That’s when he started screaming incoherently and tried slashing at him with a small knife that had been concealed in his pocket. The cops, my boss and I subdued the guy until he could be cuffed and placed inside a cop car. The guy was screaming loudly and struggling to hulk out of the cuffs (as the cuffs cut deeply into his wrists) the entire time. To this day, I still have to clue what the hell that was about.


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