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Mr. Butch — RIP

It is a sad week in Allston. Everyone’s favorite homeless man legend in the Boston area has died. I’m not going to attempt to tell you Butch’s background, you can read his wikipedia entry and his fan site and Boston.com article covering his unfortunate demise.

I will share two memories.

One late night/morning (years ago, I am much more mature now), I was hanging out with my friend Jay. Outside his apartment building, we saw Butch. He was looking might thirsty, so Jay ran up to his apartment and found a bottle of Ketel One. We all downed it and decided to race around on some old shopping cart nearby. I ended up taking a spill and ripping most of my thumb off (if it weren’t for the booze, I may have passed out). I ended up crashing at Jay’s apartment that night on his new couch. I was so afraid of spilling blood on his new furniture that I wrapped my hand in a towel and made sure to sleep on my back with my hand on my chest. Anyway, even years later, Butch would yell out to me, commenting me on my drinking abilities.

Second quick story. We occasionally grab a bite to eat at a local cafe called Herrells. It is a great place to feed, check it out if you are in Allston anytime soon. Butch walked in looking for a free coffee and had some sort of paper he seemed to be obsessing over. We asked what it was. He was betting on this week’s college football games. I wanted some action, so I placed a bet with Butch. I didn’t win, but it was nice to finally have a bookie.