Rush....

Do I really need to be doing this, still at this age, were my exact thoughts as I was checking IDs on a regular Thursday night.... Every damn night its usually the same bullshit over and over where nothing is new except a new level idiocy people are reaching right in front of my eyes.
Then a few days passed and there was a major brawl in the lineup involving multiple male and equal amount of female individuals over something totally useless... We were pulling people from each other for good 2 minutes (that's very very long time if you think about it) before cops showed up and took over. They did come in the last moment. One of our guys actually punched a girl in the face (she is fine thank god for that primarily, and we also lucked out us since that could have been a nice assault charge) . So as i was standing in a middle of a street pulling random people from each other in the epicenter of a barrage of kicks, punches, hair pulling, titie twisters you name it, I remembered why... Why I still do this (except the obvious economic reasons).... even though as really should not... But, its the sheer unadulterated rush... That most sweet and intense of all feelings, when I feel every pore of my skin and when time becomes relative. I think this is probably the only time I really feel alive here...
This better not be about compensation...
Damn it...