Slumber Party: Jimbo's Gone...to Bed.

This is the beginning of a long series of, what I hope to be a proper recollection and analysis, from the weekend slumber party with Jimbo.
Consider this the preface.
Let me just get this out of the way; a man anticipates the most significant parts of his life, I think these will be mine in order of importance 1)Slumber party with Jimmy 2) The inevitable merger of Cheaters and To Catch a Predator, thus conquering world wide ratings 3) The Death of Glen Beck, Bill O' the Clown, every shock jock 4) Eat an Ostrich egg 5) Marry into Royalty 6) And brooding a family 7) Meeting a messiah. I'm not going to get picky, although the VIMs such as Jesus of Nazareth and Mohammed of the Middle East would be better. It'll make for a great ice-breaker there on end. Or as a handy one liner as an interesting note when presenting myself to others. 8) Nail Miley Cyrus before she gets any older.

Twilight.

Twilight was creeping in. It was the first day some people, whom I call friends, were staying for the weekend. It was about some game or a march, who knows why they stayed. Actually, yeah, I'm positive it was a march for horse-egg treatment awareness.
They were not aware of this but I was doing calculations as I pretended to take part in the conversations as I often do. My arithmetic had resolved there was a 70% percent chance Jimmy would sleep in my room.

I began to mentally prepare myself the only way a logical, intellectual would. I drank heavily. I tried to reach numbness but failed. My sense of touch was intact and I was worried.

Then, Jimmy asked to sleep in my chambers. The most sobering statement I could've heard at the moment or any moment really. "Yes," I said.

In my bedroom, Jimbo sleeps tonight

The first night, Jimmy slept in the floor but he was ever present in the bed. I felt bad. My bed is big enough and Jimbo is not a young man so it made sense for us to share the bed the next night. I offered, he accepted. "Yeaahh, yeaah thanks Andy yeeah brother yeaaah that's all right."

The evening was really spectacular. Several "first" were broken. E.g., I had never shared a bed with a man over 50. Actually I had never shared a bed with any man excluding sleep overs when I was 13.

I explored new sounds my ear drums didn't know what to do with. The mix-match of sounds coming from Jimmy has my ears so confused I began to question my ability to listen. Phenomenal phenomenon.

The Jennifer Lopez classic, The Cell, came to mind. If one could see into Jimmy's brain during sleep it'd probably be a combination of Alice In Wonderland, a strip cub, special appearance by Duff Man in a football field. At least that's how it sounded like.

The long moans worried me in several levels. a) he could be having a dream about an especially pleasing piss b) he's pissing on the bed c) he's showing off his sexual prowess.
I really hoped for a).