Timmy

He of the subject line is one of my two closest friends, going back to high school days. We haven’t seen much of each other since mid-June last year, as he’s been in Cape Town for his internship and Mpumalanga for his community service (he’s a doctor). He’s presently in Jozi for the week, and each time I see him, I am reminded about what makes this guy cooler than most on the planet. Here’s a list:

1 – He doesn’t give a flying fuck. About most things. He just trundles along, doing what he wants to do, without being influenced in any way by anyone at any time (except for maybe me!)
2 – Without compromising on 1 above, he’s always open to suggestions of new things to try/new places to go.
3 – He ditched that bitch L so hard (twice) it almost redeemed the fact he went out with her in the first place. Here’s hoping there’s better lasses ahead for you, boy!
4 – He took on a bet with me years ago that he’d cycle from Joburg to Chad, and is still too stubborn to admit he’ll never get around to doing it (which I’m rather relieved of, else I’d owe him R1 million!)
5 – He wants a number plate like this: B*G T*M. Totally porno, tres cool.
6 – He has claimed that the coolest mode of transport would be a readymix cement truck, so he could dump his load on any vehicle behind him that pisses him off.
7 – His oddball family – Dad never says more than 2 words to anyone, just potters around; Mom taught me in primary school (before I ever met him) and thought I’d be a splendid friend with him when I met him, until I became a friend and a seemingly bad influence. She’s also adamant that Timmy is a dog’s name and he should be called “Just Tim!”. Oops. His sister, while being years younger than me, still terrifies me when I call him on his home landline and answers. She never acknowledges recognizing my voice, sounds hostile, and hollers across the house for Tim to get his damn ass to the phone now, lazy bastard!
8 – Any time you think you’ve found some really little-known gem of a book, and you think you’ve finally found reading material to recommend to him, he’s already read it, probably before he turned 10.
9 – He just bought himself a white Landrover Defender. Big, noisy, without any fancy finishes – just like him. And he intends to use the vehicle as the Good Lord intended: to explore the crater-infested roads of Africa!
10 – He’s going to make one of the best doctors around. Fact. Not only can he recall the most astoundingly obscure information which other people flounder over, he’s also totally capable with a scalpel and a needle. Just don’t ask him to replace the plaster on your broken toe. After bungling that up, he declares it’s a task only worthy of being performed by a nurse, not a doctor. (I’ve noticed that engineer boyfriends are quite adept at this task too, Timmy!).

Love you Timmy! Even though you won’t read this (which is a good thing, I don’t want it to go to your already-large head), I’m sure you know exactly why I dig you so much.