When Star Security started in Chicago back in the early 90s, the guy that owned it asked one of our regular supervisors with JAM to come over.

He replied, "I've got better things to do."

That guy was my boss at a few other venues around town. One show at old The Aragon Ballroom, I grabbed this guy by his hair and pulled out a big handful of hair. I threw it over the barricade down front. We all carried the big Mag-Lights on a nightstick loop on our belts. We also wore leather gloves sin the Aragon was one place you could get your hands torn up. The older wooden barricade down front had splinters.

We all carried handcuffs, and we used them frequently.

My supervisor came by a few minutes after I pulled the big wad of hair from that guy's head. I tapped him on the shoulder and shined the flashlight over the barricade. When he saw the hair he smiled. LOL