I hadnít seen him in years, but nothing much had changed. Weíre both a little softer around the edges and there is the gray hair, but itís not as if I wouldnít have recognized him on a street corner, or Christmas shopping in the bustle of the local mall. Weíve known each other since we were kids. We chased the same girls in high school. In fact, that ended up being the proverbial straw. You know the one with the camel. Humping always gets guys in trouble.
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It seems pretty foolish now. We lost almost six years of swapping one liners, complaining about women, and all that other shit you can only really do with complete honesty with someone who has been there for the long haul. Someone who you shook hands with at graduation like you had conquered the world together and who you watched hug a toilet after a couple rounds with Gentleman Jack not three hours later. It took our ten year class reunion to bring about this little tÍte-ŗ-tÍte. Itís funny that all those girls that wouldnít even talk to us when we trudged down the halls of compulsory education were so sickeningly friendly, while someone I had shared blood and tears with didnít say more than two words, all because of three inches of hair. Itís a tragedy, the kind only boys with wounded pride can perpetrate with any pretense of legitimacy.
After just a few minutes of that awkwardness that people always experience when trying to put old grudges aside, it was almost like no time had passed at all. The jokes are still funny, and we still have that uncommon bond that only old friends share. I believe they call it brotherhood.
Smile if you're stupid,
laugh if you understand.