Posted by: guinness222 | May 4, 2008

"Once upon a time,…before the internet."

For those of you who follow my blog, you’ll notice the last one I got a reply from “Sims”. So who is this guy, why is he commenting,( like I really wish the rest of you would), and now the “Great Sims” is revealed!
Long ago in a far off galaxy, I dumped a “shitload” of my own money into developing the largest Country Western Night Club north of Washington D.C.(actually in a state known by it’s motto “Live Free or Die”. With a 3000 square foot dance floor, seating for over 900, and a motif of an old Cowboy western downtown and the dance floor being the street through town, complete with the stage being the “Opry House”, 100 year old windows being the Lawyers office, the Bank, etc. and the entrance being through an old 4foot by 8 foot window opening, on to a “porch” from the local hotel, with a “grand Stairway” down to the street,…..well it was a “hot shit place”. (To this day I am profoundly in awe at the numerous women who had the logo of my club tattooed on them. It was a really sexy stitched cowboy boot with a pointy toe and a single red rose laying across the toe. Thank you to my wife who designed it from a Sears and Roebuck catalog boot and a free hand Rose.)
Anyhow, as usual, I deviate. “The Great Sims” owned a cleaning company and I hired him to clean my club every night. BUT during the day he and I (both being EARLY Apple freaks!) used to kibitz. He’d come to my place and we’d play on this “newborn” called the Internet, in 1992 and 1993. (Interesting side note we actually got on by “corrupting” a University employee to give us student ID’s and an acess code) So we played almost every day, then he’d disappear to run his night business, and I’d put on my cowboy boots, big ass belt buckle and jeans, and run mine.
We passed afternoons back then wondering what if we registered “cocacola.com”, and ibm.com, and even apple.com, but at $75 per name, and neither of us with a real pot to piss in, we passed with a sigh.
Sims was one of the great ones who hung in there with me to the very last shot of the gun and the drop of the gavel into bankruptcy. After that Sims hired me, I cleaned office buildings and 132 toilets a night, to put food on the table and pay my bills, Sims never ever rubbed my face in it that my “company” owed his company almost $5,000, and for that I am eternally grateful. Every once in your life someone comes along who REALLY fills the definition of the word “friend”, and Sims is one of them!
Sims, for his “shy” nature, was also a huge adventurer, hence a year or so later after I got back on my feet and was managing a computer store, (Apple, is there any other “maximus” computer made?), Sims and I kept communications open. (Someday I’ll write about the self righteous alcohol “nazi’s” and thier “20 questions to determine if you are an alcoholic. Remember them Sims?)
But one day after I moved to Florida, I got an e-mail from Sims, he’d left the country, gone to a little Island in the Mediterranean, hooked up with a woman we both knew, and was having the time of his life. That was about 1999,…..and guess what? He’s still there, and everyonce in a while “pops” in on my blog and leaves a “pithy” comment. (Do you think “pithy” is a little heavy Sims?)
But I have to say Sims is one of those folks that if we ran into each other tomorrow morning it would be real hugs (sorry Sims it’s a new millenium!), a couple of pints of Guinness, and several more hours and ten’s of pints of Guinness as we caught up, long into the “dawn’s early light”!
Sims is that “real best friend” that eludes most people in thier entire life time.
Mr. Guinness
P.S. Sims, I still haven’t hit the lottery, but when I do I’m coming over there, have a few pints, and then we are off to Ireland, to find a friendly pub that appreciates good Irish Pub music,…and of course the master,Dylan!!
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