So I get a text message from my love...saying that it's important.
I txt her back and she says that I need to call her....
Apparently a good friend of her committed suicide about 20 minutes
before,hence the txt message. :(
I call, but other than saying I'm sorry...what could I say? She says,
as long as she can hear my voice that's enough.
We spend a good hr or so on the phone just talking about everything
and anything.
Somehow the conversation gets to me and my hazy club days.
I tell her a story of how I used to work for this gentleman named
Baird Jones ( a party promoter in NYC who ran with the likes of Warhol ) and how 1 night he asked me to be his bouncer. I did,reluctantly.
One guy was @ the bar,drunk and loud and I was told to remove him from
the premises. I loathe confrontation but alas I had a job to do.
I say to the guy "look, your asked to leave so let's make this easy and just go".
The guys like ,"fuck you , i just paid for a drink, i want my damn drink,blah blah blah".
I then said "Ok, here's the deal, Have your drink, heck I'll even get you another plus your $
back for you last one AND I'll give you a comp to get in next week for free".
He says's " BS".
I'm like trust me.....
He has his 2 drinks,pockets the $ and the comp and I walk him outside.
He stumbles into a cab and drives off into the night.
Next week rolls around and I'm at the club ( Might have been a Friday or
Saturday night...). One bouncer says "there's a guy asking for you outside".
I head out side and low and behold it's the drunken guy from the previous
week. I motion to him to come to the velvet ropes and I let him in.
I said "See...you were a gentleman last week and left with no problems and I'm just
returning the favor". He smiled and hopefully he had a good night.
Anyways, getting back to Baird Jones. He was quirky ,had a temper and loved
to gossip. He was pretty funny (especially when tipsy) and paid me handsomely
for pretty doing nothing at a club. I figured hey, I'm going to be there anyways,
and I'm getting paid for it? Wow.
After hanging up with my Gf, I decided to see if Baird was still doing parties in
NYC.
The second shock of the night...Baird apparently was found dead in his Village
apartment.
Sufficed to say I can't sleep.
