I was standing on a platform in the park and he came up to me.
"Hey...you were on the team that my team faced today and totally beat by like a hundred points" said the cocky little punk.
"Uhhh..sure? we only lost to you guys by like 4 points" I said.
"Yeah whatever, my name's Chester" said the cocky short punk.
"I'm Jeff....yeah I've never seen you before.." I said
"What? everyone knows me.." replied Chester.
"Well I don't know you.." I answered.
"Whatever... you play basketball?" asked Chester.
"Uhmm... a little" I stated.
"wanna play?" Chester asked.
Yeah we played basketball that day for the duration of the recess, then again the day after, and the day after. We still do play occasionally, but we end up talking about random shit lol
Anyways yeah we started to chill more... chillin at his grandparents house, playin with our ballin beyblades, bike riding and getting lost to the point where we knew belle rive and cherry grove like back of our hands.
We went throughout Jr.High and High School together, through thick and thin. But one thing we've never really had is the decency to be sincere to each other, It would be way to awkward to share such a moment haha. Most cases we would rather insult each other with provocative, sexual, racial, ridiculously ridiculous terms. If we had a penny for every combination of negative words fabricated into one funny ass insult... we would be filthy rich. But still, we wouldn't go through with such civilized manners.
Even if we don't share those moments cause if we did..it would feel totally gay, doesn't mean I don't acknowledge of the shit you do for me, whether its paying for my chicken nuggets at Mcdicks..or paying for the rest of my snowboard because my debit has a stupid limit that I never knew I had. I won't every forget what you've done for me, which helps me remind myself that I probably owe you some money haha.
Thank you, you cocky little punk :)
1 comment:
lol i like this story. hes all about the insults
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