I should really document those 6 years, it'd be a pretty good book. Lots of women, drugs, after hour parties...damn, I was really planning to save those brain cells for old age but alas, I spent them in my youth.
we should sit down and swap stories some day.
I got into the bar business quite by accident. A friend of mine worked at one in the Ft Worth Stockyards and had been practically begging me to come check it out. I finally did after riding a small bull so I could end my 'career' on a positive note (I'd gotten pretty banged up by one about a month before and decided to cut that silly stuff out). So I'm walking up to the club and see my buddy standing there with another guy.
'That's him' my friend says
'Do you want a job?' other guys asks
'Sure' I laughed thinking it was a bit
'Good you're security take the front door'.
I wound up learning how to DJ eventually and turned that into a pretty decent gig with Philip Morris for a couple of years before I had to settle down and be a dad. I'd probably still be in the biz if it hadn't been for Squid coming along but that's no lifestyle for a parent that takes it seriously.
How many bar fights have I been in? Too many to count. I've had a cracked jaw, broken ribs, broke my right hand more times than I can remember, I've been stabbed (fortunately not badly as he was incompetent fool that wound up blubbering on the floor before he got hauled off to jail), shot at twice, and so on. I've also taken a couple of beatings. That happens from time to time.
The upside of all of that if you can call it one is that all 5' 9" and 155 lbs of me doesn't flinch when situations could get tense. I much prefer diplomacy to physical altercations but I can handle myself if it comes to that.