Had a little minor incident one time when I was asked to work security at a punk rock concert in Buffalo. It was colder than a well drillers ass and for some strange reason I wore a police style motorcycle jacket. This tuned out to be my saving grace.
Things went along quite well for most of the evening, until the band finished and we had to start moving the now completed intoxicated and high wack jobs to the door.
After numeropus times of, you don't have to go home, but you can't stay here, a altercation starts in the balcony. 2 girls are going at it with hair pulling and some of the best hockey style uppercuts I'd seen in a while.
As I approach the 2 of them, the one to my left takes a swipe at me, I pass it, knee jack her and yank the back of her head into my knee. As she is going down I see the other take a downward swipe at my head. I put my arm up and pulled my head back, as her wrist glanced off my arm and ran down my side. I now realized that she had some type of knife and door kicked her in the chest, sending her over 2 rows of chairs. 2 other doormen grabbed her and dragged her ass off and threw her out the door and into the snow. I looked at my arm and there was a slight cut in the jacket, but the pocket on my right side was cut clean through. Taking off my coat and shirt, I could see the line of blood on my side and poked at it. It immediately split open like a butterflied shrimp. Guess I should not have poked at it.
The girl in question is now outside screaming like a banshee, swinging around another knife yelling she was going to kill me. My buddy who was there, calmly went outside thru the back door and wacked her in the head with a folding chair. She went down like a plane over Scotland. Cops arrived and hauled her away. Went to the hospital for a few stitcher and some butterfly bandages. Probably would have been worse if the knife had not gotten hung up on the zipper on the pocket.
And the name of the band was "The Celibates". This is where I met Ottis. Toughest guy I ever knew that wore a dress on a regular basis.
And you wonder why I'm a member of the Short Bus Society.