Nice things about GentlemanJim
No, GentlemanJim did not put me up to this at knifepoint. Though he could have; I mean, he had the opportunity. I met him over Thai food yesterday while passing through. Maybe let's make that nice thing #1:
#1 ~ GentlemanJim did not actually knife me.
He, in fact, treated me to a decent bowl of Tom Yum and a most excellent tour of downtown Tacoma.
#2 ~ GentlemanJim has Tacoma stamped on his very soul.
You may think of that as a good thing or a bad thing, depending. Tacoma is nothing if not a city of contradictions. A harder-than-thou port town whose highest art form is decorative blown glass? {Insert innuendo here!} There are few people whom I think of as avatars of a certain town or berg, but GJ definitely fits that bill. For those of you who think he's kinda rankling and weird: I'll say he does make a bit more sense when viewed in his natural habitat. (That was not a slam on Tacoma, btw. I thought the place was marvelous.)
#3 ~ GentlemanJim is fairly good-lookin'.
The prison tats, mutton chops, handlebar mustache or ZZ Top beard that I'd sometimes imagined on him were thankfully absent. As a Canada boy, he actually sorta reminds me of creases on an all-protein diet, but with the maniac energy of machfive. (Those of you who've met machfive will instantly know what I'm talking about.) He's also got a jagged wit on 'im.
#4 ~ GentlemanJim is a storyteller.
I'm a shockingly boring person-- especially after staying out late the night before at a farewell party-- but I am nothing if not a willing audience for anyone who can weave a good yarn. And GJ can spin a tale at mach speed, like a goddamn tirade centrifuge. It is terrible and wondrous to behold.
To hear all of the not-nice things about GentlemanJim, just /msg me.
--RoguePoet
somewhere on US Highway 2,
eastbound