Eight years ago, And Company hired Jason and I as Art Directors within a few days of each other. As the newbies, we were drawn to each other immediately. When the company noticed, we were tossed into an office together, and I found myself sharing a small room with Jason for eight hours a day. I spent as much time with him as I ever have with anybody, and we became close friends.
Jason lives in his own world, black and white but full of color; opinion is fact, an over-cooked burger is a personal affront, a beard and a gut are the main ingredients of attraction, farts are never to be withheld, and everything looks like a penis. Jasonworld is full of creativity, quality, unrestrained sexuality, and heavy-set men. If Jason can imagine it, it will one day be, and if you look closely, you’ll find dolphins that play chess, dogs that talk, organic food that’s cheap, and corporations that care. But no one in Jasonworld gives a shit what you think - so feel free to say whatever you want. If you want to test my mom’s sense of humor by admitting that you used to masturbate to Rush Limbaugh, go ahead - Jason has paved the way.
In the real world, and especially in Latin America, “bears” are hard to come by, music is abrasive, food is tiresome, and flexibility is tantamount. I wasn’t sure how Jason would handle the inconveniences of travel, so I am happy to report that he took the punches without flinching and generally embraced each of the stops in our improvised Itinerary. We spent two weeks together in Costa Rica that passed quickly and easily.