THE DAILY DIVERSION

REHASHING OLD MEMORIES...

Okay, so I was reading through some of my old entries this afternoon. Actually, I was reading comments to see if anyone had gone through and read my old stuff and left any comments. Well, I came across a post of mine where my buddy Dahbeed told me to finish a story. I misinterpreted the request though.

At the end of the post I asked the question "Have I told you my story about meeting Sid Vicious outside my apartment building?", which I think is what he was wanting to hear. So, here it is. I'm releasing this little factlet because I got out of a meeting that lasted nearly an hour and a half, and I just don't feel like doing any work this last hour of the day.

I hadn't lived in Memphis very long. I believe it was July, because I recall sweating when I saw him. Maybe it was just the intensity radiating off of "Psycho Sid"? I don't know. Anyway, I had to run over to the post office for something. As I'm cruising the sidewalk across the street from the Madison Hotel I look over and there stands Sid Vicious, in the flesh, with one of the bell boys in a mock headlock.

My brain doesn't really process the information very well at the time, so I keep on heading to my destination. I finish up my business at the P.O. (which I'm sure is no where near as nice as Beed's place of occupation) and head back to work.

This time I decide to walk on the sidewalk right in front of the hotel, just in case. Sure enough, Sid Vicious is still outside chatting with the bell boys and valet parkers. The guy is about three times as wide as I am. His shoulders are just amazingly broad. However, he's got the skinniest legs I've ever seen, and I've got chicken legs, so just imagine.

It's really hard to miss this monster of a man standing dead in the middle of the sidewalk on a busy street in downtown Memphis. He was still rockin' the bleach-blonde jerry curl, which was as fresh as ever. He had on a tank top and some shorts that would make Larry Bird, circa 1984, blush. I just think they made him look a lot taller than he already was, which was at least 6'4".

So, I stroll up the block and as I'm approaching him he sees me and smiles this huge grin. It mostly resembled the Cheshire Cat from Wonderland.



I walk right up to him, being star struck and all, and say"Wow, you're Sid Vicious!" He replies "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you! How ya doin'?"

I was kind of in shock. I've met a couple other rasslers in my time (but that's a whole other story, but a funny one), but never had one actually want to talk to me.

Apparently he worked out at the gym adjacent to my building and, when finished, would come over to the Madison to hang out and shoot the shit with the workers. He was really a cool guy, and nothing like the persona that the TV made him out to be.

Sid Vicious is mos def in my Cool Book. I haven't figured out which page he's on though?

Just in case you didn't know, this is my boy, "Psycho" Sid Vicious...




PS - Someone remind me sometime to tell my hooker story. It's really some funny shit! (Yes Beed, I'm leaving you hanging twice with this post!)