half way through the night, Marissa was so pissed, she was shaking.
The short story - the entire Boondocks staff has quit. Starting with the bar staff, I believe the entire security followed. Entire security, thats a joke. But thats where the long story comes in.
A slightly longer version of the story goes this way - ABC cracks down on Boondocks. Changes are made. An outside security firm is contracted with only four of our original guys on staff.
With the new security working door -
dress code is completely ignored, grills, jeans, stunner shades, sneakers were everywhere (for hip-hop clubs, this is a really bad thing).
People were getting wrist bands without being ID'd - confirmed by our regulars.
People were let in the back the door.
They were not doing pat downs.
Fights went unbroken up, except by the promoters.
There were a bunch of other little things you should ask Marissa about, she tells it so much better than I.
But the culmination was, the security from the firm, dragging a customer from their car as they drove by and beating them in the street. Limey Rob has pictures. 911 has my number.
It was a ridiculously torturous night. We all quit when they said they could not change it. Something about licensing and bonding. We took a stand and all quit.
Admittedly
skinheadbrian beat us to it, but we followed quickly.
The short story - the entire Boondocks staff has quit. Starting with the bar staff, I believe the entire security followed. Entire security, thats a joke. But thats where the long story comes in.
A slightly longer version of the story goes this way - ABC cracks down on Boondocks. Changes are made. An outside security firm is contracted with only four of our original guys on staff.
With the new security working door -
dress code is completely ignored, grills, jeans, stunner shades, sneakers were everywhere (for hip-hop clubs, this is a really bad thing).
People were getting wrist bands without being ID'd - confirmed by our regulars.
People were let in the back the door.
They were not doing pat downs.
Fights went unbroken up, except by the promoters.
There were a bunch of other little things you should ask Marissa about, she tells it so much better than I.
But the culmination was, the security from the firm, dragging a customer from their car as they drove by and beating them in the street. Limey Rob has pictures. 911 has my number.
It was a ridiculously torturous night. We all quit when they said they could not change it. Something about licensing and bonding. We took a stand and all quit.
Admittedly
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