Diary of a Bouncer – How I met my best friend.

I told this story a few times, thought I would share it with everyone. When I started the Blue Iguana in the spring of 2002, it was my return to bouncing after a somewhat of a hiatus.  When I first gave it up I thought I would never return. Funny how life works out sometime.  So on my second day on the job, a man comes in I’ll call him Jackass.  He really gets hammered. Jackass is a good guy, but when he gets drunk, he gets a little to overfriendly, and that might lead to misunderstanding.

Like with me, so Jackass gets drunk, and he tries to get up on the bar to dance.  Of course for his own safety, I try to get him down. So he practically jumps on me.  So I let it go, then he tries to do it again.  This time I’m getting angry. I go, “Yo dude, get the fuck off of there.”  He gives me this laugh, “Sorry dude, sorry, I’m just kidding”   The whole night was like this, him trying to climb on the bar, and me trying to stop him.  Then the last straw came, I was standing by the bar watching the crowd, then I notice Jackass doing something, and people gathered around him. He rips his underwear to shreds, with his pants still on. Then he tosses the shreds. Well one of the shreds landed right on my head.  That was it…..I grab him, and start dragging him out. The bartenders were screaming at me saying that he was ok, and a regular. The owner said he can stay. So I let go of him. I wasn’t too happy at that. So I built up this little hatred for Jackass, cause everytime he came in I had to babysit.

After months of babysitting, the guy turned out to be ok. Sure he did some stupid shit, that’s why we called him Jackass.  One night it was slow winter night at the Blue Iguana, a few months after I first met Jackass. The bar was closing early, Jackass asked me, “Hey you want to go snowmobiling at my house with me and a bunch of people.”  I thought to myself, ” Well this guy is harmless, and I never been snowmobiling”  So I agreed to tag along.  Glad I did, I had some fun, got to snowmobile, and got to drag Jackass behind the Snowmobile with a rope.

After that night, I hung out with Jackass more and more, until today which I got to say he’s one of my best friends. I just think back at the time I got laid off from Governors State University, which back then I thought was the worst time of my life. If that didn’t happen, I wouldn’t of went back to bouncing, and I wouldn’t of met Jackass.  So maybe it’s true what they say perhaps things do happen for reasons, and there is always some good in bad things.