Busted & let go
Had an experience exactly like tc123's, but it couldn't have been the same raid, since it was a Sunday afternoon, not after work. It was at Harmony on 22nd Street. I was in the mensroom, putting on a rubber, when I heard commotion and some sgt yelling this was a raid. There was one customer being busted, hands against the wall and then cuffed. All the rest of the customers were frisked, made to stand around for ten minutes or so, then we were all called a bunch of degenerates and told to get the hell out of there.
Like tc123, I stayed away for a week or two.
jruder
jruder
TC123 said:
I was involved in one bust and was let go. It was many years ago at the Harmony. All guys were let go except for maybe one or 2 that the cops may have caught in the act of doing something.
The cops frisked every guy on the way out. I was younger and thinner then, and I had come straight from work and was wearing by best suit, sharp shirt and tie, and as I was waiting on line to be frisked, it dawned on me that I was a lot better dressed than 99% of the guys there that night, and that might make me stand out. When it was my turn, the cop doing the frisking looked at me and said "What the fuck are you doing here? Is this the best you could do?" He hadn't said that to anyone else. He looked like he was waiting for an answer, but I feared that any answer I gave could get me in trouble. I just sort of shrugged, put my head down and walked out.
It shook me up. Kept me out of the hobby for at least a week.
The cops frisked every guy on the way out. I was younger and thinner then, and I had come straight from work and was wearing by best suit, sharp shirt and tie, and as I was waiting on line to be frisked, it dawned on me that I was a lot better dressed than 99% of the guys there that night, and that might make me stand out. When it was my turn, the cop doing the frisking looked at me and said "What the fuck are you doing here? Is this the best you could do?" He hadn't said that to anyone else. He looked like he was waiting for an answer, but I feared that any answer I gave could get me in trouble. I just sort of shrugged, put my head down and walked out.
It shook me up. Kept me out of the hobby for at least a week.
Had an experience exactly like tc123's, but it couldn't have been the same raid, since it was a Sunday afternoon, not after work. It was at Harmony on 22nd Street. I was in the mensroom, putting on a rubber, when I heard commotion and some sgt yelling this was a raid. There was one customer being busted, hands against the wall and then cuffed. All the rest of the customers were frisked, made to stand around for ten minutes or so, then we were all called a bunch of degenerates and told to get the hell out of there.
Like tc123, I stayed away for a week or two.
jruder
jruder