So, where to start. I got into a minor disagreement with some girl I had never seen before outside of Rosebud. Nothing major, she(from now on she will be referred to as Crazy) just didn't like the fact that I was cutting line to get in the bar. No biggie. At least that is what I thought.
While waiting in line to use the bathroom one of the bouncers comes over to me and says "we have been getting some complaints that you have been sticking your hand down girl's shirts". Well I know I had not been doing that so I thought that someone was playing a joke on me. So I played along. I said "ya, I been doing all night as much as I can" and laughed it off. Come to find out he was serious. The girl from outside had told this bouncer that I put my hand down her shirt. Well fuck, this night is not going how it was supposed to. While I was trying to talk my way out of this situation Crazy came up and changed her story and told the bouncer that she never said that I put my hand down her shirt. Thank God. The bouncer now knows that Crazy is really crazy and had made the whole story up to get me thrown out of the bar. Think the story is over, not by a long shot.
Later in the night Crazy comes over and wants to talk to me. Of course I refuse. I try to walk away and Crazy follows me around the bar insistent that I talk to her. She would not take no for an answer and had to be restrained by James and one of Lexington Finest that happened to be there off duty. Crazy proceeded to reaffirm her name sake and scream at the top of her lungs and spray beer all over the bar as she was removed. I don't know what I did in my past life to deserve this, but hear me now, I am sorry and will never do it again. God, keep the crazy women away from me.
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