The year was 1984. The first time I stepped foot into Warehouse. Barely half an hour later, one scrawny Ah Beng walked up to me and asked me why I was staring at her gal. I told him how the fuck I know that was his gal as his fucking name (god knows what it was) was not written on the chick's forehead. That mother fucker grabbed a beer mug and wanted to hit my face with it. Befor he could reached me, fist was already on his face. My right sleeve was soiled by that bastard's blood and he was covering his face in pain. Think I broke his nose. Bouncers rushed over immediately and sent us out. That was the first and the last time I was at Warehouse as me and my friends were barred from entering that joint again. Nowadays, whenever I passed by that place, this incident always came to my mind.