So this bum, named Kevin after I asked who he was, if he was here with a friend. He gestured nonspecifically and said "He's over there," so I replied with "You just look a bit out of place; I mean, look around,"
"F---, you don't look like you belong here either."
"I organized the thing. You should be going now, this is a private function."
"You can't treat me like that; it's not like I'm some f---ing doll. I'd take your a-- to the streets," and he stepped forward, a bit aggressively. At this time, a few of you guys stepped in and said that you weren't gonna let your friend get himself kicked.
So then I warned him once more, and called the cops.
Rachael claims a bike cop did actually come to scope stuff out. Also, Kevin the bum got so mad at me he squeezed a piece of pizza in his bare hands. Eww.
And he called me a derivative of the b-word.