just thinkin
i was just thinkin about this a few nights ago...
i really miss my kibbutz. not so much the kibbutz, but moreso the people there. it was nice to know i had friends to go home to each night, it was nice to know i had someone to hold my hair. it was nice to know i had at least 1 person watching my back when shit really hit the fan. there are 4 short memories i have that really showed me what some of those friends were made of.
the first is just mike telling me something like "bro, don't even worry about those guys [the russians]....regardless of what happens, we all got your back". that felt really good to hear.
the second is josh. through every little thing with those russians that boy had my back. everytime i was about to get my ass kicked, he was right there just waiting. i remember the night of the big everything hitting the fan, i think it was hillel told josh to go wait down by the club house, and josh just responded "im not going anywhere till alex does". fuck that guy had my back and that was fuckin awesome.
the third thing is in the police station. when max walked bye me to be questioned or something, jason and veronica just stood up and like, made a semi cricle around me, trying to protect me from him, in case he tried to pull something. it was a great feeling.
that leads to the 4th....when everyone in the ulpan got in diego's face after all the bullshit he said to kyla. even hillel said "diego, what the fuck is wrong with you man?".
one more...just the night me and jason and kyla spent together after everyone was on gadna. god, now im just remembering all these little memories (like, ones on the kibbutz, besdies every great weekend i had)i have that bring back such great warm feelings to me...like the whole purim party, meeting sergay the first night in my drunken slur of russians/english and his broken english, tellin him to come drink with us and bring the russians together with the rest of us....coming home from the terminal at 6:00am in a car that seats 5...with 8 people, gettin lost on the way home, going to work drunk 30 minsa fter i get home....ahhh soo many memories. it hink its time to go to bed.
fuck... after all that shit that happened, it really does (sometimes) take something bad to really bring people together.
i really miss my kibbutz. not so much the kibbutz, but moreso the people there. it was nice to know i had friends to go home to each night, it was nice to know i had someone to hold my hair. it was nice to know i had at least 1 person watching my back when shit really hit the fan. there are 4 short memories i have that really showed me what some of those friends were made of.
the first is just mike telling me something like "bro, don't even worry about those guys [the russians]....regardless of what happens, we all got your back". that felt really good to hear.
the second is josh. through every little thing with those russians that boy had my back. everytime i was about to get my ass kicked, he was right there just waiting. i remember the night of the big everything hitting the fan, i think it was hillel told josh to go wait down by the club house, and josh just responded "im not going anywhere till alex does". fuck that guy had my back and that was fuckin awesome.
the third thing is in the police station. when max walked bye me to be questioned or something, jason and veronica just stood up and like, made a semi cricle around me, trying to protect me from him, in case he tried to pull something. it was a great feeling.
that leads to the 4th....when everyone in the ulpan got in diego's face after all the bullshit he said to kyla. even hillel said "diego, what the fuck is wrong with you man?".
one more...just the night me and jason and kyla spent together after everyone was on gadna. god, now im just remembering all these little memories (like, ones on the kibbutz, besdies every great weekend i had)i have that bring back such great warm feelings to me...like the whole purim party, meeting sergay the first night in my drunken slur of russians/english and his broken english, tellin him to come drink with us and bring the russians together with the rest of us....coming home from the terminal at 6:00am in a car that seats 5...with 8 people, gettin lost on the way home, going to work drunk 30 minsa fter i get home....ahhh soo many memories. it hink its time to go to bed.
fuck... after all that shit that happened, it really does (sometimes) take something bad to really bring people together.