Jonathan makes excellent mochas and movies and viral videos. A few years ago, Jonathan was in an accident with a city bus — bus’s fault — and he made a video sharing the details of that accident in which he learns that he has a brain tumor on his pituitary gland. And in his video he has a tumor-naming contest. I think his nephew actually won the contest.
Jonathan just returned from Canada where one of his web series was accepted at the Canadian Independent Film Festival. My hope is to be an extra in one of Jonathan’s movies one of these days; that would be quite cool.
For the last several months, for some peculiar reason, Jonathan has been asking me to write his obituary. I agreed in exchange for a game of catch on his morning smoke break.
Stepping out behind Mudhouse Coffee, Jonathan told me of his adventures in Canada while I tried to get frozen-solid fingers to cooperate.
“I like when winter feels like winter,” Jonathan said.
Single-digit wind chill. Definitely feels like winter. Call anytime Royals and I’ll head to Surprise, AZ immediately!
Thankfully, hot coffee was ready after the quick game of catch. And with today’s game of catch, I have passed the 10% mark.
Now, for Jonathan’s obituary:
Jonathan dined with dignitaries and smoked with celebrities. He refused to give up in the face of adversity, whether brain tumor or neurotic leader of another nation, and his footage of Nessie and aliens set the bar for movie makers and documentarians for centuries to come. Jonathan’s superpower was his phenomenal sense of humor; his biggest regret was customers who covered over his phenomenal latte art with whipped cream. He lived fully caffeinated and has drinks named in his honor in 42 of the 50 states. On the day of his passing, no mochas were created throughout the United States or in 17 countries around the world.
Update: On May 1, Jonathan’s movie screened at the Moxie theater in Springfield, his first US screening. Reviews were fantastic.