A True Story:
Glen, I think you will appreciate this as we are in the same business.
Ok, well at 11:59 this evening I out standing outside the front doors of my theatre getting ready to call it a night
smoking my last cigarette in the company of an usher, security
guard, and one my assistants. Just as I was about to take the final drag we hear a huge crash in the lobby, 3 punk kids of about 12-13 years old runs out of the theatre. My usher runs in and checks the poster cases and there is glass everywhere, all over the floor, on the rails, everywhere...and blood too.
The cop runs after them as they are getting into their car, he stops them and asks to see their hands. Well, lo and behold, one is a bloody mess. I am quickly roping off the area as I had other shows getting out, so that other passerbys don't cut themselves....those who are wearing sandals. The cop comes in with the punk, all dressed in red (Hmmmm!) and asks, "Well, Barry what do you want to do?" "We can start with spade and neutering. After that lets prosecute to the fullest extent of the law and he is never welcomed back EVER." So the cop calls it in to the station and half of the police force shows up at my theatre...with EMS to attend the punk who is bleeding all over my lobby. The cop says to the kid, "Stand in one place you're getting it all over everwhere." I am secretely hoping they will amputate his hand at this point. EMS, lights blaring and all, & juvenile detention officers are now on hand too. The only thing missing at this point is the fire department. My asst. and I are trying to get the rest of the broken glass out of the smashed poster case and what didn't end up on the floor comes crashing down on my assistant, luckily he was not harmed. So they take the punk into the restroom to clean him up, I don't even want to walk there thinking half of the restroom is now red. Juvenile officer then informs me of all the procedures to follow, "ok but can you spade and neuter all of them too." Tomorrow I have to get the glass company out to replace. Oh yeah, we also stopped a car jacking in the parking lot earlier this evening. A tow truck was highly suspected!!
A tow truck!!
I never got a chance to take a final drag off my cigarette...but that's ok. And on this note, I quit.
Have the patches now so that should help. I'll definitely remember my last smoke.