i moved to columbus in 1996. my first job was bernie's. i worked in the kitchen as bitch to dana, then "kitchen manager" myself, door dude, key master. 5 nights a week/ 12 hours a day. for three and 1 half years. as well as renting one of tony's roach motels. (like working in the mines- never paid cash. rent food beer all abducted before it ever reached my hand) i remember the first time as manager(double duty as door guy this particular night) that it was my responsibility to pay local bands and I gave the dudes like almost $300 dollars, jaws just dropped to the floor.
the i learned about the coke-caine.* there was the time I tried to kick Jim C. and his men of leisure out of the back room (and bar) for consuming, um, beer & *, um yeah, anyway... Jimmy put his arm around all 130 pounds of me and tried to explain how things worked and how long he had been working under those conditions. and did I care what he said? oh, hell no. then some other fiend , who worked there with me, who had more control than I -pulled us apart, and then they explained in all the gory details what it was that you weekend warriors do... i've never been so disgusted!
but on the other side of things I owe oh so much gratitude to Jim Stone and Don Roth.
and they never really said anything when I almost burned the place down during one of our shows, and the brand NEW pa was nearly killed by fire extinguisher foam. those were the days.
_________________ I have a belly full of venom.
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