After a lengthy hiatus from venting my personal issues and experiences, I would like to welcome myself back to the blog. We have a lot of catching up to do as much has happened while I was out.
First, I'd like to address a ridiculous event that happened back in August when I ventured up to my old stomping grounds of Old Orchard Beach, ME. I went up to the OOB to party and pump the "crowd" with my boy DJ Breeazy, one of Boston's Best DJ's currently. I had gotten wind from him about his vacation up to his beach house in Maine and that while he was there he was doing a favor for a buddy and spinning a night on the renowned Pier. The classic boardwalk, tourist, junk gift shop, bar at the end kind of Pier. Any touristy beach community has one and this one happens to inhabit not only the out of towners, but everyone I went to high school with and everyone you don't want to see.
So long after deciding to go, I found myself basking in the sun on the beach with Breeazy and his girl, sluggin beers and truly gearing up for the shitshow that was upon us. I mean shit, him and his girl even bought two corny ass tourist shirts that read something to the likes of "Come at me bro" or "Everyday I'm shufflin" (because apparently LMFAO's song had JUST surfaced in the OOB). The next step was to nap off the beers then down unbelievable Miami Vice's brought to us by his girl, shouts to Ms. O'Hara for making a serious summer drink and helping approach Blackout City.
Long story short, we arrive to set up and the place is obviously empty, mind you it's 8pm, shits about to get real. Ms. O'Hara and myself decide to get inebriated beyond belief. I mean shots of Goose and Patron before each new drink, which were RedBull and Vodkas, kind of drunk. Now apparently they don't allow any liquor at all on stage with the DJ, which is complete bullshit. But I proceeded to do so and sloppily bring my forbidden concoction on stage to hype the crowd and watch my boy murder the turntables.
Well at about 11pm, yeah it didn't take long, a bouncer had had enough and yelled for me to get off stage. After refusing, he then made the mistake of grabbing my arm and trying to pull me off the stage. At that point I made an even bigger mistake and punched him in the jaw, dropping him to the plywood floors. You ever heard "The customer is always right?" well in the Club world we have a similar one, "The bouncer is always right." Meaning, don't try and take them on because you will lose. While I did get in a few more licks after being hauled to the ground, there were four more bouncers that came in and left me seriously bruised. I was then carried out in a hogtie type of hold; yes carried down to the first level, out the entire length of the pier and down the ramp. All this by a very disgruntled Old Orchard Beach Police Officer, never did catch his name.
The party went on, my sister pleaded the officer to stop placing the handcuffs on me and to let her take me home. Do you remember that I mentioned most of my High School class was there? Or that my girlfriend had showed up late, but just in time to see me wrestle one bouncer to the ground and then be caught in the middle of a WWE Tag Team match with four others. Needless to say, I made it home without any charges, but I did however have two black eyes, a busted up elbow, bruises all over my back and a hangover I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.
Lessons learned here Kidds are:
-Never try and fight back when a bouncer is simply enforcing the rules.
-Check out my boy DJ Breeazy, he spins at Down Ultra Lounge on Thursdays, Royale on Fridays, The Greatest Bar on Saturdays and does some occasional appearances at Umbria, District and whatever event we are holding.
Twitter @djbreeazy
Stay intoxicted Kiddos.
