My Best Friend
Okay, see this girl? This is my bestest friend in the whole wide world. She a lot like I am, eccentric, impulsive, obnoxious, and yeah, she doesn't think before she talks either! We met a long long time ago, when I was in like eighth grade and all. We became friends upon her entering High School, which was my Sophmore Year. So okay, she and I had a bit of an interesting start and all, but I mean, hello? What can you expect from two people who met because of a mutual friend that they both used the highly unflattering name of Pumpkinhead (sorry Scott!) when they refered to him?
So okay, the girl starts High School and the little clique that we had going on of total freaks, (come on guys, we ALL know it's the truth,) were into some odd stuff. Like, we'd gather about once a week to play Dungeons and Dragons with people that really were just not into the game so we'd have something to do. At that time, neither Judy nor myself were the only ones who were drug and alchohol free, so it was a crew of clean freaks just hanging out, pissing each other off. Can you think of a better way to spend a Saturday?
Then there were the lame-ass parties that we'd habitually have. They would generally last a few hours, and be nothing more than a bunch of us, (if you can call ten a bunch,) just hanging out at one another's houses, not really doing much of anything. I was like way big into Madonna at that point, so that was usually the music playing. That or The Intergalactic Laxative, which was always Judy's addition. I guess Judy and I always had the most fun laughing at the people who burst into tears because they we'ren't getting enough attention, which invariably happened at least once a party. Or the killer party where Deb and Brad had just broken up, Betsy had just dumped me, and Scott and Judy were totally on the rocks. THAT was a tear fest!
So okay, it sounds like we didn't do much of anything, eh? Well, it gets better. High school was an odd time for us, and I found solace in writing to people from all over the world. One of these people and I became very good friends, and spoke often on the phone. A few months after Judy and Scott broke up, (which makes this my senior year, 1994,) I introdused Scott to this person on the phone. Anthony, (my pen pal,) and Scott kind of hit it off, and talked for a while, and I fell asleep. I really wasn't a night person at this point, you see. Anyway, after they had talked for a while, I woke up and got off the phone, leaving them to continue their conversation. About a week passed, and I finally recieved a call from Anthony. He told me that Scott had come out to him and all, and said that Scott had been sleeping with his best friend, Matt, who Judy had started dating a week after the breakup. Wow. CALL JERRY SPRINGER!!! So the next day, second period comes around, when I finally have the chance to talk to Judy alone in the hallway, and I tell her about all of this. People from the other side of the school could hear her yelling, "Ain't no way that boy's a faggot!!!" This was about three hours before she found Scott and proceeded to beat the crap out of him! Two years of your life wasted on someone who never really loved you hurts, ya know? So after all of this shock, I don't get to see her much. She's going to therapy about a half hour away right as school gets out, and doesn't get out until Fourish, so our schedule was totally off.
This is where things get better for us though. I now have a car, and we have more and more time to spend together. I think that most of our time was spent together that summer. Memories come and go between us about al of these good times, let's say that this was a really great period of my life, as I really wasn't lonely when I was around Judy. We understood so much of the pain that the other was feeling, it really didn't matter that there was nothing there romantically, we didn't need there to be. We were there for each other when there was no one else, and that's all that is important now.
So now what is our relationship? Well, she's my best friend, duh! She lives out in California, with me in Boston, so our visits are few, but I mean, it's all good. We e-mail each other now semi-regularly, and talk on the phone as much as we really can afford, or more. You know how it is! Once we get talking, we don't stop! She's a Navy Chick now, and I'm here living a married life. She's the mother of my Godson, Bryan, (see quotes, below,) and I'm still the father of her insanity. Things are both different and the same as they always were.
We always have the time to get together and take a trip down to New London though, whenever we're both in town, to throw jellybeans off of the pier. "That's quite the odd thing to do," you say? Well, see, it all started a while ago, when we just needed to get out of Willimantic for a few short hours, and we drove South. On the way, I had a craving for Jelly Belly Jellybeans, but at the only convienience store on the way, all I could find was big fat cheap jellybeans. So we bought them anyway, and suprise suprise, they SUCKED! So when we got to the pier, (not like it was planned,) we started throwing them off, and each one started being assigned a wish, or a vice, depending. Since then, it's become tradition!
Quotes:
Just put it back, Gambit!
Don't worry Rogue, I park de car!
Shut up, Scott!
All I see in the rear view mirror is a head!
Jason, this is Bryan, with a "Y." Bryan, this is Jason, with an "A."
Okay, so no one else will understand the humour in these and other notable quotes, but that's okay, they are someting that Judy and I share, and that no one else can touch. Hopefully, she's smiling right now as she reads over this page.
Judy, you are the best friend that I could have asked for, and I want you to know that I love you!
Judy's e-mail is KyoSera@hotmail.com,should anyone be curious about meeting one of the coolest people in the whole universe!
