I learned however, that after a beer or two, Jimmy was a f*****g riot! One evening we were at Mawby's and had been drinking for at least three hours. Each time one of a group of five frat boys would approach the bathroom, Jimmy would get up and haul ass in there; eye-balling the frat boy all the way. They finally left without ever going to the head. Jimmy thought it was f*****g hilarious. Zeke the bar tender, who was 6 foot five and went 320, politely asked Jimmy to "stop f*****g with the college queers" and told us that our next pitcher was on him.
Jimmy was a great guy, but I have my doubts he'd find humor in Marvin's rampant use of the "N" word. It was Jimmy that saved me from Marvin's further bullshit by appearing and telling him that they needed to get out to the site where his most
