Unleashed the Krackens this weekend.

Oh, you don't know know what the Krackens are? Well, fine, I'll tell you. Remember an old show called Clash of the Titans? Well, I do. I grew up watching that baby on HBO. It was a show about Greek mythology. I loved it. In the show Perseus has to find a way to defeat the Kracken. The Kracken would come and destroy entire cities. He was a giant beast.

Well, a long time ago, a group of us started using this term when we would have to kick someone's ass. We all bounced in clubs and if we had to "release the Kracken", it would mean that we got to beat someone up. I would say shit like, "Don't make me get out the conk shell". That was how Poseidon called the Kracken. He would use a conk shell.

Back to the story. This girl comes and gets me. She's all frantic, like dumb people are when they see people getting ready to fight. She rushes me over to the pool tables. I see some douche talking shit to a black dude. Big deal. I separate them, yes by myself, and they both go their separate ways. Total pussy shit. They were playing the game where each person takes turns telling each other how tough they are. I call it the "I'll kick your ass, no I'll kick your ass game".

Anyway, I go over to this white guy and ask him what the problem is. He responds with this..."Ahh, he was just trying to pull some nigger shit on me". My eyes go wide. Ok, we are DOWNTOWN CINCINNATI. For anyone that is not familiar with the area, it's mostly black. There have been many race riots here and the race relations are not the greatest. For those familiar with the area, the club I work at is located in Over the Rhine. Yes, technically it's in that area. So, needless to say....This is NOT the area to be talking shit about black people, much less dropping a word like nigger all around.

I tell the guy that I'm not trying to hear that bullshit and to just back the fuck up and not fight. Ok, things are solved for the moment, however, a guy like this, in a place like this is but a ticking time bomb. Half our customers are black and he's a racist, how long you think this is going to last. You're right, not long.

I hear the call, "Party on the dancefloor". That's our DJ's code for a fight. I rush up and guess who's in this exchange. Yep, Mr. KKK himself into it with some black guy. He tries to swing on the guy and I grab him and choke the ever loving shit outta' him. You know, standard procedure. I then wack him a couple times with my fist. Not hard, just enough to get him to comply with my directives. You know, an attitude adjustment. He got drug out and left and nothing else happened. I just knew he would be a problem. Sometimes you can just tell that some assholes looking for trouble.

It was my last night working in the club. I have surgery on Thurs. and won't be able to walk for a bit, much less throw out drunks. I hope things go well and this surgery is much less painful than the last. My right knee was the worst thing I have ever had to endure.

Peace and anal grease.
Ronald McDojo