He dreamed of owning a Jazzie

I went out once with a boy that had the goal of owning and using as his primary mode of transportation, indoors and out, a Red Jazzie- you know, those motorized chair thingies for senior citizens- by the time he was 30. I really don't remember much about that date other than that boy was chee-ee-ee-yee-eap: we walked around SLC. Oh- and I remember he had an ugly nose. My cousins and I all have the same weird nose issue.