Here's a fun little thing that happened to me.

One night me and Irene Vodar ended up at the Boulevard for late night drinking. We were seated at the bar trying to talk above the noise. I kept noticing a fat older man block the pathway to the front of the bar, challenging people to try to pass him. It was unnerving, the man was belligerent and staggering drunk, fucking with everybody.

I kept looking for a bouncer or someone to tell the guy to leave, I was hoping somebody was gonna tell him to fuck off soon. I saw the owner standing against the wall, eyeing the situation but doing nothing- the fat dude kept harassing people. Finally things seemed to calm down and I was talking to Irene when all of the sudden a whole mass of people slammed up against us, smashing Irene against the bar, spilling drinks everywhere.

In the midst of the melee I saw the fat man waving a large, very evil looking knife at another older gent, while being restrained by 3 or 4 guys behind him. They sqaured off and basically the whole mob clamored and screamed while trying to wrestle the knife out of the guy's hand. The knife was waving wildly around only 2 feet away from me, I was desperately trying to avoid having me or Irene get stabbed. The guy was grunting and ranting like a fucking maniac.

Then the whole mob was pushed through the back exit and out into the street. Irene and I elected to stay at the bar while a shitload of people piled out into the street to watch the mayhem. Then the owner came next us and started picking up barstools. I asked him why nobody tossed the guy out before he had a chance to try to murder someone on the dance floor, and the owner said- "Oh, he's a cop."

The thing that was strange was I wasn't really surprised.

- Grady