Bartender Stories

I watched my copper mailbox dangle from the door of my bar through the blurs of my windshield wipers. The rubber gripped the glass, not a forgotten drop or streak. They were new. The car was new. The mailbox was rusted and tarnished.      It was Sunday, I’d just gotten out of one of those fancy Catholic Cathedrals I’d found in inner-city Moscow,  and as I trudged through the rain, I begged God that the mailbox be empty. I...

Becoming a night club manager was still no picnic. One of the nicer clubs I worked for did not have a bouncer, they had an off duty cop or sheriff on duty, but it always seemed that I was usually the first one on the scene of any kind of altercation or situation, old habits die hard, and the situations were sometimes unbelievable.One of the clubs I worked for in Florida opened at 8:00 pm, and by 9:00pm one night I heard t...

My stories about working nightclubs are sometimes too fantastic to believe, but as with all my stories they are from personal experiences. Working as a bouncer in a popular nightclub is not as glamorous as one would think Imagine that you are the only sober person at a large party. You can't drink or dance because you are at work, and every little altercation has the potential to escalate into a major fight. You have to b...