As we sat by the bar and had a few drinks, the show started in the back room. Jim kept looking at the dancers, the big thing was, he didn't know that they were all male. We didn't say a word to him. After the show the dancers would come to the bar and mingle with the customers. Jim picked out one, and bought him/her a drink, and then a few more. He thought it was a sure thing for the night. As he sat there next to me, I watched as his hand went around the dancers waist, and squeezed his ass. . .the guy looked at Jim, and said “IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN, I'll BREAK YOUR FUCKING ARM!”. . . Jim leaned over to me and said, “hey Derf, mine has a deep voice”. We laughed all the way back to Wiechec’s.
Many a time we had to carry Jim home, being so drunk. He's gone now, and its ironic, the Greek (John Nichols) and I carried him to his final resting spot. He’s been gone about eight years now, but we can still remember all the good times we had with Jim, WE ALL MISS YOU "BUD" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!