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security guards have similar parties.

Anyways, enough of my idle musings, on the aforementioned
Saturday, when it came time to leave, my friend, who for the sake of
this article will be named Morris, was repairing a joint and offered to
smoke it with another friend, who for the sake of this article I'll call
Nate. Nate had had /is bag of weed stolen—er...confiscated by a
guard after waiting in line for an hour and a half to get in. So, as
chance would have it, the security guard that confiscated Morris’ pot

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last week caught site of him with the joint in his hand. The guard got
into his face, and demanded the joint. Morris denied him, saying,
“You got my weed from last week, I’m leaving, there is no reason, for
you to take my pot.”

When the security raised his voice and persisted, Morris gave him
a piece of the joint. The security guard persisted for the other half
and demanded his coat check stub, which he gave to me. By this time
another security guard arrived to take over the situation. Morris

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wouldn’t give him the half joint either.
Next thing I knew, he was on the
ground with four huge security guards
on top of him. He was then forcefully
ejected from the bar. Morris did not
make an aggressive gesture of any
kind during the whole debacle.

In the end though, he escaped with
half of his joint, no injuries to speak
of, and he can say he stood up to the
asshole bouncers. Mad props, bro.
While all this was happening, my
friend Nate, who had Ais weed jacked
by the doorman, politely asked for his
stash back, to which the security guard
replied, “What stash, man? I don’t
know what you're talking about.”

Look, I know it is part of the
securities job to confiscate drugs, and
maybe its for good reason; the owners
of the bar don’t want their place full
of drug dealers; it’s bad for the image
of the bar and drug dealers also bring
violence along with them. However, I
think some personal discretion should
be exercised when it comes to the
matter of half a joint for personal use,
especially at the end of the night. It’s
simply not a big deal. Anyways, maybe
I’m making a big deal about this—as
result of putting up with aggressive
bouncers for the past five years—but
even if I am, The Foggy Spew is still
the most overrated bar in the Lower
Mainland.