"mary jane...i wanna fuck you."
those were the magical words uttered to me by jimmy on a mumbai balcony on cinco de mayo 2k5. wed met just a few months earlier and things had going on long swingingly. wed terrorized much of the city, literally painting shit red whenever we were given the chance. wed even occasionally taken our show on the road when we could find a sean john sportin hobo (who because of a fucked up left foot and his proliferation for wearing stolen timberlands couldnt walk straight) to accompany us to such far off cities like nashik and kolhapur.
surprisingly these words didnt change things between us, in part because my name isnt mary jane and also because jimmy didn't want to fuck me (also had we fucked it wouldve been bestiality, and despite what dartmouth might go on to say in the coming weeks, i aint pinch hitting for no one). instead we laughed, high fived one another, and went back inside to watched bootlegged x-files dvds with oregonians, crazy chicks from iladelphia, and a kid who was obsessed with using jimmy's mom's tried and true family recipe to make blueberry muffins before the apocalypse arrived at 5 am that morning.
i share this story now, because it is jimmy's birthday today, and that sentence he uttered to me on the balcony is one of my most cherished moments of our friendship. that's right good ol dr dinosaur is adding another ringlet to his insides taunting us all to catch up as fast as we can. though he might be an archaeologist lets hear it for doctor dinosaur and all he has come to mean.
big ups to you dr. eat a butter sandwich and dream about rory, youve reached an age where you can get away with it.
