they paired with me this guy named yancey, my african american doppelganger.s, 220, all fat, and we just sit there all night and let everyone in. >> jimmy: you did? >> people would hand us ids made out of felt and "looks great." >> jimmy: it's soft. >> can i keep it? >> jimmy: did they eventually keep on to you and fire you? >> kind of. there was a, at one point, a fight that broke out, literally our worst nightmare was a big brawl. so, a fight broke out and yancey and i were like, oh, goodness, you guys should all stop, at a certain point we're both like, we should just get out of here. >> jimmy: you left? >> we walked. we scooted out and let the fight work itself out. >> jimmy: really? did you come back to work the next day? >> you kind of wandered off into the sunset. >> jimmy: you and yancey. do you keep in touch? >> i don't. if you're out there, yancey, let's get some tea. [ laughter ] >> jimmy: so, you're not -- you're not a tough guy in general? >> no, no. >> jimmy: that's good, i think. there is nothing worse than bouncers, they like when there are fig