Jumana is Jim Without Her Ginger-Root Tea
I’m not sure what it is about my voice, but if I talk just over my vocal-equilibrium, I morph into an 85-year-old hard smoker who ’s never seen ginger root tea in his life. December of 2023, San Francisco, Jumana became Jim after day two of being there. I was rid of my only skill, pure yap, less than 48 hours after landing there. Luckily, I possessed one druidic power that saved me: the best-friend language best-friend-language /ˈ bfFl / noun (especially in the context of Jumana and her Insanity) a non-verbal language between best friends that only requires gestures and eye-contact to communicate. Through some wild stroke of luck, my best friend and I were both accepted into this camp, and I was saved. All I had to do was make eye contact, motion for a drink by cuppi ng my hand, and she’d understand I was getting up to get the blessed ginger root tea in the breakfast hall (it was primordial be so for real I would’ve been done for with...