Jason: I was moving into an apartment and I see this dude with a stache and reddish hair walking towards me. He was also wearing a bandana, flip-flops and one of those quasi-humorous shirts on. How could I have ever thought he would become someone I would confide in and wonder about and care about? He asked me to go to a BBQ that night. I went for a minute with another of my good friends and sat there wondering what I had gotten myself into. The next time I saw him was during a Jazz game in his house. he didn't really know me, I didn't really know him but he offered me pizza and a Mountain Dew and the rest, as they too often say, is history.
Also Shanetown USA. He was a friend of my brother's all through high school. He was also in my percussion class. I once made him pay me 20 bones for an atari's CD he broke in my bag. I wronged him when he did something that ultimately helped steer me onto the path of good. HE got in a crazy car accident about a year after that happened. I mean serious. He almost died, should have died, but didn't. That's wild. I went to visit him and he was on drugs and I ate popcorn out of a pinata army man's helmet. But now he's one of my best friends.
Shrivner. she once told me she liked my suit. Then I ran over and invited her to a BBQ once because I saw her going into her apartment. Then I was once at Joders house and saw her and bri-top eating raspberries in her doorway watching the rain. It was great. I ran over and we talked and we've been friends ever since. Now she is taking care of ecuadorphans.
Anyway I don't really have an overarching point to any of this but I like these people a lot and I've been feeling really sentimental lately so whatever. There are about well... twenty five or so other people who I feel the same way about but I don't want to type that much.
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