PUtah Jazz

I love Jazz. Not the music style though I do find jazz very soothing during times of distress and traffic. When I speak of Jazz I am speaking of my brother. He is second to none. Only person who I know that tops his style, grace, and tenacity is my dad. Jazz is the queen bee after him.

When we were younger Jazz took care of me since I was basically a little BEEotch. I actually wore a pair of rubber boots with the Smurfs on them. They were given to me by my then gay cousin Games. I thought they were the coolest! I would wear them when I rode my Schwinn. Strutting around like an official Puss in Boots.

Thanks to Jazz I never got my arse beat by the neighborhood toughs and what not. He was my hero. Still is. Sure we have had our ups and downs but he is a genuine a-hole but I love him. He even grew a beard in my honor for my birthday. I was jealous that his beard grew in better than mine. His grows like a lumberjack while mine grows like a Tali-jack.

Now there were those times where Jazz's bravery threw me for a loop.

This is one of those time.

Jazz was about 30 when he needed to get oral surgery. He went to the hospital in the morning to get it done. I was at Jazz's house with my mom taking care of my brother's daughter Blue. She was about 5 or 6 years old. Some how though, she was taller than my mom! Poor mom. Anyway, once his surgery was over, Jazz was too drugged up to drive himself home so his wifey went to go pick him up.

As mom and I waited for Jazz to show up, I raided the fridge and looked for CDs to "borrow".

When we heard the roar of Jazz's Hiundie, I put whatever CDs I had found to "borrow" in my pocket and walked outside with mom and Blue to greet Jazz.

As we walked out we see wifey get out first and walk over to the passenger side to help Jazz out. For some reason his legs weren't working after his ORAL SURGERY.

Once he was up on his feet and walking towards us, he looks over to mom and quickly walks over to her and gives her a hug and starts CRYING. I thought I was the Puss in Boots.

With tears in his eyes he explained to his mother how he was in pain and how he needed her to take care of him.

Wifey, Blue, and I were besides ourselves! A 30 year old man crying at the first sight of his mom because he had some pain from a small surgery?

So what does mommy do, take this 5 foot 10 MAN in her mini me arms and walks him inside while caressing the back of his head and he slouched low enough to rest his teary face in mommy old withered bussom.

Jazz never heard the end of it after that day. He swears on Chuey that it never happened. But ask anyone who was there and they will all tell you the day they saw Jazz turn into the blues.