Just give me my goddamn gas!
Jamie hates the cold. Not in the lowercase h, "I hate tiramasu" sense, either. It's more of an "I've spent twenty years hunting the six-fingered man who slaughtered my father" kind of Hate. I suspect Jamie refuses to wear long underwear solely because it would make him hate the cold less and he is a man who cherishes hate like water in the desert.
A few years back, he tried to convince me to take a job at a Hawaii agency. Not much of a tough sell, you'd think. You're not going to win many gold lions working on resort ads, but who cares when you're living in paradise?
Thing is, I hate the sun. In the purest, all caps, "From hell's heart I stab at thee; for hatred's sake, I spit my last breath at thee" sense of HATE.
Happy new year, everbody!
-Graham
