I got back from Upstate NY Monday and it was fun. The person I went with was my best friend.
Do you have a best friend, that you've known for years but you hate them?
That's my best friend. The momma's boy and asshole. Thinks he's the best at everything, likes to fight, doesn't mind starting fights, and when you tell him to stop, he continues double time.
I think it's because there one of the few people to understand you and you can't do anything to stop it.
Anyway, we rode ATV's, shot guns, watched war movies, sat by the fire, and I played guitar while he laughed at my made up lyrics. So, as much as I hate him, we'll always be friends.
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