You hear stories, or see movies, depicting places that you think would be safe. Then, someone like me comes along and pulls the curtain down and exposes the pain.
You see, everyone wants a good time, but the sacrifices made by the staff are unknown to the come out to play. I can’t tell the particular stories now, but they will be revealed in good time.
When you feel things are out of control and you have been sent back to the days of the ‘wild west’ where almost anything goes – and the law can’t really do anything about it – you have problems. There’s a time bomb ticking and it is going to go off – big time!
When I was asked to man a ‘sinking ship’ of a nightclub – yes, it was real – it felt like taking the helm of the Titanic, knowing the outcome as we set out to sea. I was in a place where I knew we had a good team and, though I don’t like to admit defeat, I also was smart enough to prepare for the end..
We tried to weather through the Bermuda Triangle, never seeming to break free. At night when I locked up the club I could feel the presence of the past surrounding me. Even Satan himself wouldn’t join this party…
If the walls could speak – oh, the stories they could tell. I felt and sensed the many voices from the past.
By the way, I have a confession to make. I worked here years earlier, and if I had been told that I would be behind the very same bar again, I would have said, “you’re out of your fucking mind. I don’t think so!”
Truth can be stranger than fiction.
We didn’t have fights. We had wars.
We didn’t have pain.We had loss.
We didn’t have sexual innuendos. We had sexual activity.
We had very little backup, and in reality no support. We were on our own. We did our best to survive as long as we could, especially being a rag-tag bunch, much like the weathered A-Team.
Was it fun? At times.
Was it scary? Looking back, now, yes!
At the time, we didn’t think about it. We just did what had to be done. “Just make it through the night.”
I used tell the crew at the end of each night, “Thank you. We survived so we can play another day.”
This was not organized chaos, it was unorganized chaos – which meant there were very few rules. ‘Sticking together’ was our mission. ‘Make it through’ was our objective. ‘Pack your parachutes’ in case we had to jump was the unsaid feeling.
To all those that I worked with – I appreciate your help. For those who left me and the team hanging, I hope to forget you quickly. Unfortunately, I don’t forget!
I salute the team I worked with and propose a toast. Thank you for all your hard work!