On the way out of the Supercharged showing, Scary Gluis road his bike into me. The manager said she is calling the cops because he was riding his bike in the theatre and she is a total bitch. When he pulled up to the escalator, he said “gimme 5 bucks and I’ll ride down this.” Meatmool and I both said “I’ll give you $20.” So off he went. Later that night I see him hopping the tall fence to get into the after party at some shitty bar. He got his shirt stuck on the very top and he hung there for a few seconds before he figured out that his shirt was caught. He slipped out of it and ran into the crown with no shirt on to hide from the bouncers. Being the nice guy that I am, I gave him an extra shirt I had in my back pack, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the club was free to get in.