Dad had a most interesting time working security at the Korn concert recently. I am most definitely not a Korn fan. Hubby doesn't care for them either, but the money is always nice and he knew he would have a memorable experience.
And did he ever! He knew there would be a fair amount of skinny, dirty, methed-up freaky people - that group was certainly present - but what he didn't expect were the beefy weight-lifting types. He figured that in some of the cheaper, smaller exercise clubs, this is the kind of music that is played on the stereo so the clientele can be more motivated to pump *clap* themselves up. So there they all were, some really big guys.
Long story short: Fights galore broke out. People were handcuffed. One big guy had five of the security guys hanging onto him for dear life. Our friend Charles pinned a guy and told him to "get on the ground!" The guy answered, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" and knocked Charles on his butt. Another guy jumped over a wall onto a moving escalator to escape the security guys.
This was pretty awesome: a victim of one assault was able to help Hubby identify his attacker as a registered sex offender on parole, who was now breaking the law by engaging in criminal behavior (violent acts)- violating his parole. Hubby called the cops, and the next morning, off to jail this guy goes.
AND A GOOD TIME WAS HAD BY ALL!