died in an accident on July 12, 2007 while riding his new red scooter.
WHAT YOU WON'T READ IN THE GLOBE ABOUT MR. BUTCH
I first met Mr Butch is 1979 in Kenmore Square and he bit me on the leg in the nicest possibly way, so I invited him to a party at my apartment. There were a lot of proper Simmons girls in attendance that my roommate invited. As the party progressed Mr Butch felt the need to take a piss, which he did with unselfconsciously the bathroom door wide open. He then proceeded to take the world’s longest piss out of the world’s longest cock with which the Simmons girls could not hide their fascination, try as they might. There are many things I could say about why I love Mr. Butch, his generosity of spirit, what an amazing character he was, and on and on, but I tell this story for I can think of no epitaph that would give any man more pleasure than to have it reported in the press that he had an enormous cock.
From 2003-2005 I operated a restaurant "Sami's Wrap N' Roll" located on Harvard Ave. in Allston, and I got to know Mr. Butch very well. He would come in several times during the day for a chat or a bite (he always paid something), and at night he would watch baseball or football with my son. I am proud to say that it was a pleasure and an honor to have known him. He was very kind, helpful, respectful, generous, and crazy. I have millions of stories that I could tell about him, but I will limit it to two that would perfectly describe him. One day he walked in around 7:00 am. and handed me a $20. He said that he had hit the daily number, and he wanted to share his good fortune with his friends. I tried to say no, but the hurt look on his face made me accept. How many people would do that, especially in his position? Another time he got a woman to agree to have sex with him. So he went across the street, to the used furniture store, and grabbed a mattress that was leaning against the wall. He brought it back and put it on the sidewalk in front of the Wonder Bar. Then he proceeded to have sex with the woman right there, in the middle of the day, right in front of everybody. Needless to say, someone called the police, who then made him stop and move. I ran into him last week, and he still could not understand why the cops made him stop. Mr. Butch, we will miss you. Love, Amy, Jou Jou, Sami, and Sami….
Article in the Globe: Street icon 'Mr. Butch' dies at 56
Mr. Butch Madison Guest Book
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