Every so often I think about Jermaine.
Jermaine and I were about as close to Romy and Michelle as 2 big ass black men could be. We could go out and have tonnes of fun every time we decided that tonnes of fun were what we wanted.
Similar, in the fact that we were both Southern (me: Texas/GA. him: NC/TX). Southern geigh dudes are different from our northern brethren as we aren’t delusional. Yes, NYC homos are delusional.
They don't talk to strangers. They don't dance. They go out of their way to be rude to strangers (who dance especially). And the clincher? They float through life with a misplaced sense of entitlement based on the fact that they live in NYC.
Jermaine and I would laugh about the
Jermaine is my HEro.
Here are some pics of Jermaine from earlier this year.