I'll Ruin Your Life | Experience Tucson's Legendary Dive

A photo of Jim "God" Anderson and his worshippers in one of his bars. Jim is wearing a black shirt with white text, and both the woman and man are wearing white tops. The wall is decorated with photographs, paintings, and memorabilia.

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Meet Jim “God” Anderson, who for decades presided over a bar unlike any other: a place where mixed drinks, rebellion, bondage, sex, branding, and the wonderfully bizarre characters of the Arizona desert all collided.

This is the story of a man who turned a bar into a universe, made himself into a legend, and left his mark, literally, on thousands of people. It's also a story about the peculiar freedom of being unapologetically weird. Get ready to step into the wild, unforgettable world of the Meet Rack.

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Red matchbook with a black line drawing of Jim "God" Anderson. The matchbook has the word 'TUCSON' printed on it.

Yellow matchbook with black text that reads "Learn to Love God in the Duty Hut" and provides a reservation phone number.

White matchbook that says 'Animal House for Tigers & Pussys'.

A glass of blue-colored cocktail with ice cubes and two red and purple striped straws.

White matchbook that says 'Home of the Auntaters', with the address 1239 N. 6th Ave. and phone number (602) 622-9836.

Pink matchbook with black text that reads, "WET HER WHISTLE SOMEPACE ELSE," and a phone number for reservations.

A black matchbox with the text: "If you don't liquor someplace else, someone else will (Tucson)."

INSIDE THE MEET RACK, AMERICA’S GREATEST DIVE BAR

Yellow exterior of Meet Rack with red pillars, featuring painted signs and an ATM sign. There is a painted burger and large numbers on the wall, with a small yellow car parked in front.

The Meet Rack was not just some shitty little Tucson dive bar where you went to drink cheap mixed drinks and play pool. The Meet Rack was basically Tucson in bar form. It was weird, scruffy, outrageous, a little dirty, and completely unconcerned with what anybody thought of it. You'd walk in and there was stuff everywhere: photographs, bras, underwear, bizarre memorabilia, random pieces of Tucson history, and enough strange crap on the walls to keep you staring for an hour. The whole place had this anything-goes feeling, and the regulars were just as much a part of the decor as everything hanging on the walls. And then there was the infamous “duty hut,” an adults-only room that took the bar's already questionable judgment and just ran with it. But that's really what people loved about the Meet Rack. You could be a complete oddball in there and nobody cared. In fact, being an oddball was kind of the point.

A woman with curly blonde hair and a man with red hair and a beard sitting at a wooden table in a dimly lit restaurant decorated with numerous framed posters and photographs on the wall. The woman is smiling, and the man is talking on a cellphone with his tongue out.

And then there was Jim “God” Anderson, who was basically the human embodiment of the Meet Rack. He called himself “God,” and honestly, once you knew him, it was hard to imagine anybody else owning the place. He was part bar owner, part raconteur, part Tucson institution, and part performance artist. One of his most notorious traditions was the Meet Rack brand: people who were willing could literally get Jim's likeness permanently branded onto their bodies, and that got them a lifetime discount at the bar. Thousands of people did it, 3,545, according to some reports, which is either an extraordinary testament to loyalty or evidence that Tucson has always had a very different definition of a good idea.

A man with a bald head and gray beard standing next to a shirtless young man wearing sunglasses and tattoos on his chest. The man with the beard has his arm around the young man's shoulders, and they are smiling and posing for the camera in a room decorated with posters and memorabilia.

That’s just the beginning of the story. There’s more to tell and you can add your voice to the story. It wasn't polished, it wasn't respectable, and it sure as hell wasn't trying to be. It was a weird little world that Jim built around himself, and for decades people came through the door and became part of it. When the Meet Rack finally closed in 2020, it didn't just feel like a bar shutting down. It felt like one of Tucson's strangest characters had finally gone offstage.

Tell us how God ruined your life.

Have a story about Jim “God” Anderson you want to share? Did he brand you with his face, take your AA coin, give you a job, make you take an EST training? If so, we want to hear from you!

INTERVIEWS

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Jim “God” Anderson

Owner, Someplace Else & Meet Rack

“If there’s any question as to what I like, it’s PARTY.”

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Michael Cameron

Bartender, Someplace Else

“I was involved in the degeneracy. We had a pretty classy bunch of degenerates really, university professors and lawyers and doctors and medical students and, you know, accomplished people at Someplace Else.”

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Amanda Kilbey

Bartender, Meet Rack

“As soon as I walked in, I fell in love with everything, with all of it. And I don't wanna say it's a gimmick, like, I called him God for a month before I got to know him, you know? He— It's just, like, part of the gimmick. You see this big busy bar and this guy, and he's a handsome guy, you know.”

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Jeff Farrell

Bartender, Meet Rack

“So there was a, a plaque on the wall where people have their sobriety chips. And the deal was, you know, everyone thought, well, you give them a chip, you get a free drink, and that's not how it worked. It's if you gave your sobriety chip, like your third drink was free. So they wanted to see that you could actually drink.”

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Hollis Anderson

Owner, Meet Rack & Jim's Daughter

“I think that when he was working in New York at bars that he realized that he wanted to be the center of attention. So when he built the bar in Tucson, he built it so that the bar was the set that he would be the center of the focus.”

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Shawn Halsted

Bartender, Meet Rack

“I think every good story needs characters, and we had characters in spades. We had really respectable people that would come in for a good time. We had absolute scoundrels that made it a habit of coming in all the time. Anybody that walked in, you never knew what you were gonna get.”

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Kim Merritt

Bartender, Someplace Else

“It was kind of a shock, you know? He pushed boundaries and part of the brand was that shock value for people that came in. It was something that they hadn't experienced before. I mean, it wasn't a generic type of a bar, it was more you went down to experience things, not to relax and have a drink.”

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James Anderson

Jim Anderson's Nephew

“My name is James Anderson IV. Jim is the III. Then there’s James II, who was Jim’s grandfather. The first is some guy who ran off with the maid in the 1800s. We don’t talk about him much.”

THE CREW