Then...
A guy gets hit in the head with a bottle, and a brawl erupts. They are fighting between a pole and two security guards spraying mace everywhere. The mace was pretty strong, making my nose run being that I was a bit too close to the brawl. From that point, I see that it's about time to go.
I start walking out, as most of the people there are doing. I get in my car, crank it, and wait on my friends to come out.
Then...
I hear about 20 shots fired. I let my seat back so i'm as low as possible, mind you i'm still waiting for my friends to get to the car.
I see them coming, finally, I unlock the doors, pop each one of them open, squealing tires, and we're gone.
I'm pretty pissed that it took those idiots so long to get to the car, so I let them have it all the way home.
I think its time for me to start listening to my g/f, and stop going to the club.
Damn Spartanburg locals startin shit. It was supposed to be college night and the idiotic club security let the locals in to start shit.
It's 2:25 A.M., I have a class at 9:30, homework to do for the 9:30 class, and I have to work from 10:30 to 5. Work isn't so bad, being that I have quit foot action and work for the IT Dept. at USCS, so that's the only good part about my day coming up.
I doubt I will get much sleep. If I get to bed by 3:30, i'll get about 5.5 hours of sleep. Shit, damn motherfucker.