This is another old post recounting my adventures while working at the Masquerade in Atlanta. I probably need to do some more. This one is brief, but fun.
I used to work security at a night club downtown called the Masquerade. A lot of things happened in the two years or so that I worked there. Some of them were funny, some were not. I remember some more clearly than I remember others, for various reasons, most of which involve alcohol or another, less liquid substance that makes you hungry. Hopefully committing these memories to print will stimulate the 'ol hat rack enough to recall more.
Working security in the club was referred to as "roaming". You would find out where you were roaming when you got to work. You would either be upstairs in "Heaven", where the bands played, or downstairs in "Hell" and "Purgatory", where DJs played and there was a separate bar, respectively. You might also be taking money in the "secure" (HAHAHAHA) parking lot or checking IDs at the door. I think roaming Heaven was the best. Some guys liked Hell because supposedly the pussy flowed like water, but it never worked out that way for me. Maybe because I wasn't a scumbag. Or maybe because I had no game. Yeah, it was probably the lack of game.