In 1994 I was a new bartender at Ciro's Pomodoro restaurant/nightclub in the bottom floor of an office building in Boca Raton Florida. On my first night setting up the bar late afternoon this cool looking older guy with a thin beard and stash and a little ponytail comes up to me and says hey man my name is JB and i am the maintenance man of the building. We chatted for a while and instantly became friends. He was 20 years older than me but still we were friends now. We ended up doing a lot of side jobs together and worked well together. Now for a story about him i bet no one knows. This nightclub was and Italian hang out by members of the mob. On Thursday evenings it was singles night and i would save a seat for JB as he would come in for a couple drinks and chat with the ladies. He would usually have 2 or 3 ladies sitting around him because of his magnetic personality. So one Thursday night the band was playing and everyone is having a good time JB says i will be right back as he went to the mens room. Upon returning some tough guy mob guy was sitting in his seat so being the gentleman he was JB says excuse me but you are in my seat. The guy looks at JB and says get lost. So i said to the guy hey he was sitting there and the guy does nothing. JB again says politely excuse me but you are in my seat. The guy stands up and says to JB do you know who i am and goes to grab JB and JB grabs his arms and head butted him twice and the guy falls to the ground and the guys body guard jumps in and JB him and others have a scrum and the body guard was reaching into the pile trying to stick his fingers in JB's eyes but instead his finger goes into JB;s mouth and Jb bites his finger real bad and the big tough body guard goes running through the night club screaming like a little baby holding his bleeding finger so i go over to the head guy and tell him what happened and said JB was a personal friend and it wasnt his fault. So the head guy and JB go into the office and talk and both come out and the guy says get him a drink on me. JB never paid for a drink in that night club ever again. He was well respected with everyone from working men to building owners and even to the mobsters. Although we moved to Ft Pierce about an hour and a half away due to my parents being sick we always kept in touch weekly by phone and he always said at the end of our conversation love you brother . I hope this story wasnt too graphic. He was a true gentleman and true friend i could always count on. Actually he was my only true friend. Miss you Brother!!