Jordan the Jew stood 6ft giant and looked as tank. Jordan the Jew wore the largest black and white suit you would have ever seen. He didn't stick with a hobby too long, but long enough to know that doing it was fun, but there was something else he could move to learning. Jordan the Jew started as a vegan Jew, which may be one of the most difficult diets around. Jordan the Jew, to this day cooks better than the average chef; vegan or not Jordan the Jew knows culinary delite.
Wedgewood is not an extremely known neighborhood, but is a quiet and simple, but nice neighborhood. Living surrounded by Orthodox Jews had a large positive effect on my beliefs and overall open-minded thinking. I orginally was not so open-minded. I worked at the Wedgewood Safeway; a grocery store that brought in only roughly 130k a week. At first cashiering for many of the Jewish population you would think they were rude or believed they were above you. The fact was quite the opposite. After months of working in this area, I had finally proven to most of the population for them to know that I was not their to judge or ridicule, but just to live and work.
On The Side:
Orthodox Jews are not a breed of their own. They act in a certain light because of how they have historically been treated, and how most of the general population views the faith of Judism. A rabbi explained it best once:
"I support any man who supports the one and only G-d. Methods of belief here on earth, of G-d, are irrelevant. Believing is believing; and as long as you believe you have the right as a human being to believe through any method you choose."
This man declared what I had, for many years, in my heart believed. I, to this day, do not follow Orthodox Judism beliefs. With that, I understand their belief and support them in their religious choice. Jordan the Jew introduced me to a world that most of man chooses to turn their face and not follow reason, rather spit their words to any who will listen. For this I thank Jordan the Jew, and made sure he was a mentionable in this storyline, as this simple act of sharing his (once) beliefs, have made me a better person.
Back to the frontline; PBR.
Pabst Blue Ribbon is a cheap, water, piss style beer, that was a stable in the cycling group .83. Jordan the Jew and myself rode bicycles so much that we even joined a biking group, who had named themselves after the distance they rode on their first trip before they had to stop for PBR; .83 miles. this group met twice a week and would have such outlandish rides to include that of ride to state parks in the middle of the night to make pancakes.
PBR, as terrible as it is, still is in my top fifteen of beverages to drink. A good friend Gemma, who has a fascination with beer and sweat, would agree that no cheap beer compares to PBR.
Gemma F., once of Seattle, now of Brooklyn is known for her antics at the hands of alcohol and pure fun. And rest assured that no sexual tension can ever exist when Gemma F. is near, as she puts down all the facts of everything sex in the first three minutes of every meeting. Every encounter with Gemma F. begins with the most intoxicated hugs you will ever feel. She is a 5 ft 7 inch, American-Filipino with ever bit of the physique you are imagining. And though she has dark hair, and slightly tinted skin, she lights up a room with her sometimes obnoxious, but amazingly comfortable laugh and shrieks.
You can almost predict what Gemma F. is thinking or saying, but then everything goes dirty and in the gutter. Realize, this doesn't make her a bad person, but quite the opposite. She's a woman that just knows what she wants and how to get it. She knows that being sick means she must fetch a friend to get her old fashioned chocolate milk and shock tarts from the corner grocery. She knows that pushing people isn't always a bad thing, but the best method to get ahead. Gemma F. is the 10th Wonder of the World.
