"Jim, you gotta come over here. I've got the coolest thing that I have to show ya." The voice on the phone needed no introduction, it was his longtime friend Rick, the Kramer to his Jerry Seinfeld in terms of archetypes. Rick was a bit of an eccentric, someone who marched to the beat of his own drum. Jim liked hanging out with him at school because he always managed to get the both of them in trouble, the good kind of trouble that made you a local celebrity at school not the kind that got the cops involved.
"What is it Rick," asked Jim impatiently, still waking up from his deep sleep.
"I can't tell you over the phone, you wouldn't believe me. You have to see it for yourself live in person," responded Rick. "Just come over A.S.A.P. I'll be waiting in my room. Later."
Jim hung up the phone, stretched and then gathered some clothes to put on.
"This better be good."
