Busted
I’m not a spiritual person, but I do believe that karma can be a bitch. There have been three times in my life where someone broke the law, in order to get by me, and got caught immediately. Once a woman ran a stop sign when it was my turn to go. Cop blew her up. Another time someone passed me from the “right turn only” lane. Done. A few weeks ago, I was crossing Main Street in the crosswalk when a car drove through. I cheered as the cop chased him down. Last night had nothing to do with me. I was merely a bystander, but it was good to see some good old fashioned karmic retribution.
I’ve only seen “J,” as in Jack Ass, Jammy Rag, Jerk Off, etc., a handful of times in the bar, but in those few times I have deduced that this guy is a total asshole. The first time I noticed J must’ve been in September. He’d followed my boss, Nicole, and her friend, Karen, from Rick’s, where I understand he yelled at the bartender about religion, always a good subject to bring up at a bar. I don’t particularly remember his demeanor but it was poor enough that I remembered him. Sunday night, after a lovely farewell dinner for my sister, I retired to the office. I came downstairs at around one-fifteen. J, who is probably in his early forties, was arguing with some kid half his age. I couldn’t tell you what the argument was about but I remember the kid saying, “What are your sales? A million? Two million?” I definitely came in too late to make heads or tails of it. One of our door guys got in the middle and told them to walk away, which they did. I turned my back for two minutes and when I turned around a lovely, young lady pushed J in the chest sending him back. I have no idea what he said, but at this point the bouncers asked J to leave.
J was not going quietly. Rarely, do bouncers use force to make a customer leave and this was no exception. J made it to the patio when he began to resist. “Why you gotta push me?” J asked the bouncers. They did not push him. They may have had their hands on him, guiding him towards the exit, but there was no pushing. As J finally made it to the sidewalk, a customer said, “When the bouncers ask you to leave, you should leave.” J was having none of this. He yelled at the customer to step outside. They exchanged a few words and J charged back onto the patio, meeting the wall which was Rodney and Mec. Since I was so entranced by the altercation, I didn’t see the Po Po creep up on the sidewalk. The officer had his taser in hand. With the laser sighting locked on J’s chest, the officer shouted, “Sit down on the curb.” J asked, “What did I do?” The officer repeated, “Sit down on the curb.” The taser was on him the entire time. J chose to turn and face the light post. He put his hands on it. The officer made him spread his legs, then he cuffed him. Someone heard J say, “I’m a lawyer.” All I heard him repeat was, “What did I do?” They put J in the back seat, when one of the local Venice grunge monkeys ran over to the cop. Now I don’t know how this woman knew J, but she said, “Officer, this guy is the most together guy I know.” I was shocked. The officer informed her that they were just gonna let J sleep it off at the station. The grunge monkey repeated, “He’s the most together guy I know.” I responded, “That guy’s an asshole.” “Yes,” was all she said. Quite the character witness, that one.
While closing up, one of the bouncers mentioned that he’s played basketball with J; and, funny enough, J’s been punched in the face many times at said games. The irony is that I don’t believe J was even drunk. J just seems to have some serious anger issues. I know people who thrive on being argumentative and combative. Shit, I’m one of em’. But you have to know when to walk away. If someone, whose job it is to maintain security, is asking you to leave, then you should probably leave. But J chose not to and karma reared it’s ugly head. Like I said I’m not spiritual, but I do believe that what you do in this life will certainly come back to haunt you. And you, J, got busted.
