I remember once I went there as an orientation leader with a bunch of new students in my program. After about 30 minutes there, a fight broke out on the floor as I was coming back from the bar, holding two bottles - one for me, and one for a friend. I took a random elbow to the throat and went down to cough. I got up and palmed the guy who hit me. The bouncer saw this and kicked me out with all the other people, and also kicked out my entire group when they came to defend me.

Some people got booted out the front, and some got booted out the back, more or less along the lines of whatever beef was being worked out on the floor. But it looked like some of my people got mixed up and some got pushed out the back, and some got pushed out the front with me. So, the beefing people who went out the front when running to the back, and the beefing people who went out the back came running to the front. They met in the parking lot and the brawl continued.

I jumped in to make sure none of my kids were in the pile up. Once I was sure, I started to back off, and I heard someone shout "nobody move!" as I turned around to see a cop with pepper spray out, hosing the nearest guy who looked to be charging him. Then the cop turned the spray can in the direction of me and the pileup. I caught a nice misting all across my face and I tore ass out of there, eyes and mouth on fire.

I ended up a block away, sitting against the side of a building while a street performer doused my eyes with his freshly-opened bottle of water. I thanked the quasi-homeless guy (he and I kind of became friends over the next few years), and stumbled my ass off to a friend's place. She was cool and didn't mind me showing up at like 2am to use her shower. But once the tip of my cock started burning, I realized the capsaicin shit was all up in my hair too and was running down.

Finally, after the dick-burn subsided, I got home and looked at myself in the mirror. Fuck the Liquor Store.