The Life of a Bouncer 2
The life of a bouncer changes from day to day. Sometimes one doesn't see the changes happing, even when there happing right in front of their faces. The Life of a bouncer can literally take a toll on your life. Every day you are fading away piece by piece, and all for what money! Damon Smith’s life has taken a drastic change since he took the job at Didy’s.
The Beginning
I had started working for a new night club called Didy's. It seemed to be a nice club that didn't have many problems, and that’s exactly what I was looking for. At the last club I worked for there was nothing but drama. Every other night there shooting's. It had gotten so bad that the City of Houston filed a lawsuit to shut down the hold strip, but that’s another story. I started working at Didy’s on weekend's only just to get a little extra cash. The club was small, but man did it stay packed!! It would get so crowded in that place, that you couldn't even walk around are move without bumping in to somebody, especially for fight nights. Anytime there was a major fight on pay per view the club would show it. If a big name Hispanic fighter was fighting the place would be pack full with patrons. Now we all know more people means more problems, because you have more people getting intoxicated. On a typical night you might have to break up a fight are two, but on fight night all hell would break lose. Truth is I had never worked at a Hispanic Night Club before so this was a different scene for me. When I say different I mean different!! Some of the things that Hispanic patrons would do, you wouldn’t see in an African American night club. Just to give a few examples, African Americans don’t hold meetings in the bathroom, we don’t come to the club with family, beat them up and be all smiles the next day, and we don’t hug up with the same sex and kiss them when we are drunk!!! But other than those few discrepancies’ everything was pretty easy going.
Hiring Mr. Smith
The club owner liked the job I was doing so much that he asked me if I knew anybody else that wanted to work there. So I immediately thought of my cousin and my brother. Why oh why did I get my big brother involved in this club!! I know why, once again I thought it would be easy money for the both of us. So I told him about my big brother named Big D, and he hired him. That would be the worst mistake I would make in my life!!! When Big D first started working with me everything went smoothly. Not only did I have my brother watching my back, but I also had another big body that could fight. Patrons where cautious of breaking the rules of the club, because they knew the penalty would be them dealing with one of us.
