Some punk manhandled my girl, Miami, February 22, 2011

Some punk made a play on my girl at Franco’s last night. We were at the nightclub in South Beach–my place, but I’m a silent partner and my guy, Franco, is the front man. Franco’s is a happening place, one of the hottest on Ocean Drive, and my girl was looking hot in the little red Versace number I bought her. I was having a meet with a business acquaintance in the upstairs VIP lounge, and she and Victor’s chick were taking a tour of the place, hanging at the bar with their pink martinis when the punk made his move. He was a greased up Cuban, maybe ten years off the boat, and he was trying hard to look like Al Pacino in Scarface.

One thing you don’t do is make a play on another man’s girl. She told him right off she wasn’t interested and that her boyfriend was upstairs, and the guy persisted, started putting his hands all over her. I can’t blame the guy for looking–my girl’s got a body you wouldn’t believe–but touching is out of the question. Benny, the head bartender, caught him groping and alerted security, and they tossed him out on his ass.

He made a fuss, swearing up a storm in Spanish, and they called Miami PD and had him removed from the club. They did it all legit, documenting everything. I prefer to do it the other way, and I made sure Victor got a copy of the police report. He knows what to do.