Blog 63

Well I have gone through a few best friends in my time since people change and so have my surroundings. My best friend growing up was the kid that lived next door to me. We would hang out all the time and do pretty much everything together. We would bike and roller skate and all that other shit that little kids do together. I used to make fun of him because his last name meant "Lettuce Head" in Spanish. He obviously returned the favor since it is not that hard to think of something for my name. We stayed pretty tight until I moved to California. The day before I moved I walked down the street in broad daylight and TP’d his house then walked back trying to ignore all the strange looks I was getting from people walking by. When I got to Ohio in 7^th grade, I decided to join the Middle School football team and that’s where I found my next best friend. We hung out all the time and played football a lot until he got sick of our coaches being assholes and quit the team. I stuck through it, but we were never as close after that because we didn’t have as much in common anymore. Then his family got into financial trouble and me and my family offered to let them stay in our house with us until they got back on their feet. Well, that’s 250 words. Goodnight everyone.