Jimmy is kinda sad today. Just a little blue.
So, I wanted to post this photo of him holding a bottle of Sex Panther cologne. It's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good. It's a formidable scent. It stings the nostrils. In a good way.
They've done studies, you know. 60% of the time it works every time.
That doesn't make sense.
Someone (you, Turner?) actually spent their hard-earned cash on this for Jimmy's birthday several years back. Somewhere in this apartment is a bottle of Sex Panther.
This picture reminds me of the sense of humor his/our friends/family have. How funny and genuine they are. How caring they are.
This is why I need a favor from you guys. I'm here rallying the troops. Leave him a comment on this post, or here and here. Text or call him (just know he may not return it right away). I will make sure he gets all of it.
Jimmy needs his army today.
Tell him it's okay to feel discouraged about his injury. Tell him it's okay to be sad about it. Tell him it's okay to want his old life back. Tell him it's okay that he doesn't want to make new friends in wheelchairs because he just wants his old friends. Tell him it's okay not to want to be around people who have been in chairs for 40 years because it's depressing to think about that being him one day. Tell him one day at a time. Tell him he is still the same.
Make him laugh. Make him happy cry. Tell him you love him.