Steve, This is what I remember happening on Monday, April 19, 2005 at the Crazy Horse Too Strip Club.

My brother and I had just come from Nikki Lee's Pub on Sunset, and we went into the Crazy Horse Too Strip Club. My brother was driving since I left my truck at Nikki Lee's. Prior to entering the club, I gave the valet $20.00 to leave us up front, so we could have our car ready as soon as possible. Once entering the club, we sat down at the closest seats to the door, because those were available. I went to the bar and gave the bartender my credit card and Driver’s License.

The bartender came back and said you need to sign this before I can give you your drinks. I said that is insane. I said I have been here before, and never had to sign before buying anything. That is when the bartender became abusive. I defended myself and said the same things to him, then he came over and started arguing with me. That is when my brother said: “ Royal I will pay for the drinks,” and I said: “No Tyke, we don't have to put up with this.” That is when the manager came over and told us to leave.

So when we got up to leave the bartender followed us out. Then the manager came over and started pushing me. He pushed me three times, and then I defended myself. That is when the bartender came over with another guy and we started to tussle. I grabbed the chafing dish tray tops and threw them at them, that is when I was grabbed from behind by someone, and was thrown outside. 

The next few minutes were a blur. I was hit from all sides by so many people it became a blur. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, and covering up so as to not get hit hard in the face.  That is when I saw my brother step back in and push some guys off me, and then I was able to get back up. That is when the police arrived.

The police grabbed me with the bouncer. One of the bouncers had me in a headlock while the police arrested me. That is when I was put in the police car and the police officer put my cuffs on so tight, they were cutting the circulation off from my fingers. The officer kept me over at the Strip Club for another two hours, I thought he was going to let me out and let them finish the job. So I told him to take me to the police station. The paramedics came, and they looked at my face, and determined that my mouth was all swollen due to my braces. I informed them that my braces cut only in the inside, not the outside, they refused to look at me. It seemed like he waited another hour and then we left. Once I got to the detainment facility, there was a nurse and 8 police officers there to arrest me, the lead officer was good, he told me not to be hostile.

I assured the officer that I didn't want any more trouble, so I cooperated with the officer. I was taken in the booking facility, and was forced to sit there for a while. They booked everyone else, and my arresting officer came back after another hour. I complained about my cuffs, and finally someone listened and they were loosened up. After another hour one of the booking agents, said: “What are we going to do with him?” That is when one of the other officers said, they were not going to book me, and then the officer who arrested me came in and said: “Yes we are.” So then I went through the booking process.

The nurse who was supposed to look at me, came over and said: “He smells like alcohol,” and then walked away. They put me in a separate cell away from everyone else, where the phone was broken, and I sat there contemplating my situation. They brought me back out and I talked to the nurse. She was more interested in that I had gastric bypass surgery than taking care of my face and my swollen hands. I told her the cost of my surgery and she just sighed. Next they took me to where the rest of the inmates were. If not for their help in understanding the booking process and getting a bail bonds man, I would have been in there for a while since this was the first time I got arrested. I was released at 4 in the morning, still bloody, swollen, tired, and contemplating what an ordeal I had just been through. I was just glad I was alive.

I caught a cab from the Golden Nugget, back to Nikki Lee's, where I went in and saw Patrick the bartender, and he informed me how my face looked, and I told him what happened and went to a friend's house to rest up and to return to California.

I currently am a University of Nevada Las Vegas graduate, and am in the Kappa Alpha Phi Fraternity.  -- Royal Jackson