Kevin man, I was trying to do the math,,, we met when I wassss ,18? I know we were friends on 9/11, you bought a white shirt and wrote on it with a sharpie “not a terrorist”
What’s that? 23 years? A long time.
How did you beat your depression? Still booze free? How about your anger? We always had different approaches,you’d vent that shit and I’d just swallow it, becoming a shittier and shittier person.
How about your girl? Think that was a catalyst? What’s the next thing? You ever feel like you’ve just been holding back? We’re some unlucky fuckers and if I owned a company, I would absolutely not hire younger versions of our selves.
Yeah bro, we were shit-bags, full of life though.I watched you smash a guitar at an O’charleys . Nevermind our Durham experience.
What else?
That time we tried to donate plasma and the nurse told me that I looked too “malnourished”.
God damn dude, we were fuck ups. Beyond bad parenting.
What about those times with Daryl? Dine and dash.
And that time I hooked up with that junkie chick,and you was like “dude… don’t” but I did anyway.
That time you got ripped off for a twenty sack of weed in Texas, I woke up to hear you spitting death threats into your phone..”you don’t know who you’re fucking with”
That time
dawn 