Just one thing.

If you do one thing in a day let it be for someone else.
If you do two things in a day let the second be for you.

Friends (part 3)

Two ‘d’s, two. He was the only good friend I had that lived on the same street I did then. Soon Kent would take up the house next door.
     Legos, that was our thing. Underwater Legos to be more exact. We would always ask for underwater sets that each had yet to get, we would plan out which one of us would get a particular set. His house was a lot like mine, it was almost exactly like my house. I got dared to kiss some girl Trish in his sister’s room, it never happened.
     He left and so did our friendship. I got to see him on his birthday’s but I was the oldest friend there. It was weird, but I didn’t care. Then I learned to drive and he did too, so the distance became less, and we grew close again.
     He is part of the ‘family.’

Friends (part 2)

It was something about him that made me feel as if I knew him already. He was the first person I meet in my new neighborhood. I was shooting baskets and was snooping around on his bike riding by, looking to see if any kids his age were moving in.
Matt had been the one who introduced me to everyone in the neighborhood. He was the nicest guy, but also the weakest. Someone would say something and Matt would add what he felt would make him look cool.
I haven’t talked to him in a very long time, but last I heard he was studying to be a youth minister. He had a look in his eye trying to find the kid I was, and I looked at him with disbelief trying to find the same thing.
Now he will be God’s King Caller.

Friends (part 1)

The block is cooler now. He’s gone and everyone is glad for it. He was a real A class jack ass, but he was a friend of mine. He was that one kid in the cul-de-sac that every parent knew he was trouble, well at least to their kids.
     He was the oldest kid on the block and I was cool enough to be his friend. Johnny, he was something. Everyone wanted to be as cool as him, or at least tired.
     Johnny was the one who introduced me to pot. It was turning winter and he and I went out on my patio. My mom worked like a slave, and was almost never home. He lit something I had thought was nothing more than just a strong cigarette.


     I knew I was getting stone out of my mind when Johnny had pulled a bong out. I had used it before in his room. We were out in the tent with Boner. A friend of Johnny’s I had meet through him. He was a character alright, we all were. Everything was always funny when hanging with Johnny. Boner was the tallest guy I had meet, and he had a head of hair to boot. He was something else.
     I couldn’t imagine spending my time doing much of anything else then sitting in a tent with two good friend and a bong with out any water in it. “It hits harder when you make like this sound” says Johnny, and he makes a noise that could only be described as a man pushing a shit out. It worked, or so I had told myself.

     He was a good friend, not the best. But one my favorite.