Pepper spray tastes like shit....believe me. It hurts your eyes, nose, and throat too. If you really want to find this out for yourself, go up to a policeman who is either riding a bike or a horse and try to get anywhere near his modified crotch rocket. Me and B-Ride found this out the hard way many years ago. You're damn right I'm gonna tell you about it, relax, I know you're very excited....
You all remember the Complex in Providence, right? No?!?! Some of you are under 30? Oh, ok, well the Complex was the shit back in the late 90's and early 00's. I had my first legal drink at this particular facility. I got in fights, made out with chicks, pissed on bathroom walls, did drugs, sold drugs, and on one clear, cold night, got a pepper spray bomb right in my face. This was not my crew's first encounter with Providence's finest, but it was my first personal experience with their careless use of excessive force.
One time B-Ride got pummeled by about 5 bouncers in the Complex....and they're lucky there was 5 of them, cause B-Ride had about 4 of them smashed to pieces before he was finally overwhelmed. Merph and me were there and saw the whole thing, but we couldn't do shit, because I had a bottle of drugs in my pocket, and Merph was on probation for smashing a beer bottle over some dude's head a few months back.
Another time a buddy of mine had the audacity to walk out the door with a beer. This dude is intimidating in his shear size, and I don't even think the bouncers wanted to fuck with him. So there he was, in the middle of the sidewalk, bud light bottle in hand, while the Complex emptied into the street. A police officer asked my buddy to drop the drink, to which he completely ignored. The second time he asked, my friend tipped the bottle up, finished off the beer, and smashed it on the ground. He then did his best Rodney King impression and just got fucking PUMMELLED by at least 3 cops. I'm talking knees to the back of the head after they smashed his face in the pavement, kicks to the ribs. It was legit police brutality. C'mon guys....really? For breaking a glass bottle? Anyways, the cops took him, and the rest of my friends left him in Providence. What else could we have done? We finally got a call to go pick him up. The cops didn't bring him to the clink...they dropped him off in some shitty alley and told him "Good luck Fucko!" Less paperwork, I guess.
On to my personal experience. If you've never been outside of the Complex at closing time, than you probably can't picture it...but it's pretty shady. Everyone is drunk or fucked up. Most guys want to fight. Hell, most of the girls want to fight each other by this point. Me and B-Ride were in no such mood on this night. We WERE, however, in the mood to get friendly with a horse who carried one of the crowd-control sumbitches police officers. B-Ride and I started petting him and calling him Butternuts and Buttercup and all kinds of stupid shit that you probably shouldn't call a police horse, WHILE a human police officer is riding on said horse. The cop then actually threatened us and told us that we were "assaulting an officer." In our drunken state, nothing could have been funnier, so we laughed as hard as we could....until of course we couldn't breathe. The last thing I heard was B-Ride yell out, "What the FUCK!!" My eyes felt like they were bleeding, I couldn't breathe or talk. Snot ran out of my nose like a sieve. It only then dawned on me that the asshole pig threw a pepper bomb, MADE FOR DISPERSING CROWDS directly at our feet. We were virtually incapacitated...but we stayed out of the clink! Winning!
I had my fair share of good times and great memories with many friends at the now-defunct Complex, but clearly, there was a good share of disasters as well....the above is just one example of such. I'm kinda sad that I can't go back today for old time's sake...
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