Remember these? These are my favorite posts to write. Everybody gets one of these, and this is yours, if you know who you are.
This gentleman and scholar is probably, if I had to choose one, my best friend at Wilmington. And though he has to his name naught but the scraps from my table, he is one of the few people to whom I show any shred of respect. The thing about me and him is that we can sit and shoot the shit about anything for hours when none of my marks are around (or they've kicked me out of wherever they are), or when everyone we know is out getting trashed and/or taking advantage of my tool-box roommate. Of course our friendship, or bipartisan sidekickery, as it is better described, has caused a great amount of distress to a lot of people. The marks began to think he was in on all my plots, and it was not my intention to drag him into the target of hatred with me, but it happened a little bit. Either that or they'd try and get out of him everything I said, having assumed I tell him all my plans. He didn't appreciate that. Then of course there's his roommate. He'll never say anything about it because he's too nice a guy, but dude hates me. It's a combination of the fact that my abbrasive personality just doesn't click with him, and that he has the same problem of hearing the trickle-down from all my crap. So I mess with him just because I can. Just for that face he makes when I open their door and he gets all excited because he thinks somebody's coming to talk to them and then sees that it's me and I say "Good evening, bitches." It's classic. Anyway, back to the guy this is about. Because he was involved in a good bit of my life in Wilmington, he comes up a lot in conversation about such. And despite the fact that I talk about him or at least mention his name a good three times a week, mother never remembers who he is. She can remember one person that I mentioned in passing one time at Christmas and asks me if I'm dating her, but her brain just can't conquer the concept of this particular human being.
That's pretty much all I got, y'all knew who it was from the first sentence anyway. Really I just needed to update.
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