Imagine a room full of people living at the speed necessary to make the right decisions. Imagine forty or more people measuring and weighing and gauging situations. Imagine a Blaze restaurant that specializes in serving those that take the time to consider the minutia of existence.
That would be some good fucking pizza.
As Jaye and I walk back to the car I am reminded of just how imposing he is at 6’5”. Sitting gracefully at a table eating pizza betrays the truth about Jaye: he will dunk on anybody dumb enough to jump with him. In high school we used to say he would “Beast” dudes before Beast Mode was even a thing. It’s also at this very moment that the gold ring on his left index finger catches my eye and I can’t help but smile. Most things about Jaye are done because, independent of what the meteorites think, they make sense for him…but that ring though…that might be for the meteorites. Although, if any of us tried to wear anything like that we would most certainly burn for flying too close to the sun.