You can't throw your arms around a memory, but three years ago today I walked into the Escape Room in a gray suit around 8PM on a Friday night and started knocking back those tall rum and cokes; a young woman (on a date!) started eavesdropping on my conversation with a fellow barfly, and the next thing I knew I had a best friend. Staring at the sky in Burbank in the back of a truck, Marcus and Molly and Francois coming back to our place after Hop Louie, burgers on Rowena, the tiny house over the Arroyo, kebabs on Pico, fountain cokes on Broadway, walks around the lake, the Libertines (and the Picasso!) in San Francisco, Junior Senior on Jimmy Kimmel, Blood Arm shows at Little Pedro's, and hot dogs and lemonade 'n' Flors in my kitchen. When I met her she was Jazmin, and now she's Jazmina: still razor-sharp, still the funniest person I've ever met, and still the cutest kid in town. Well, my kind's your kind; I'll stay the same!
Eventhough you don't have a third Nipple, I still want to be your friend. FYI: 1-2% of North Americans have a Triple-Nipple. 68% of girls surveyed said they would date a Triple-Nippler. 53% said they would break up a with a boyfriend if they found out he lied about his Triple-Nipple and by contrast, only 42% would break up on the condition that he routinely beat her. That's enough on nipples, geez!
