A better part of me
A few years back when I was working at Jack In The Box out in Far North East Mesa there was this kid that was working there that I really liked. His name was Justin, he was a smart kid and we could talk about a lot of different things, and he seemed to be on my level of intelligence. He enjoyed reading, and he was a runner in high school, so physically he was completely different than me. He always wished that he could be built more like me than the way he was. Our talks would be endless and we never ran out of something to talk about. We could talk about philosophy, theology, pretty much anything... endlessly... I adored him, though he was very vein, not un-like myself. He had a reason to be vein though, he was very attractive... un-like me. We both tried to look and act tough even though right under the surface we were just scared little boys. He'll go on to do great things if he can stop himself from trying to destroy himself and escape the mental handicap of some kind of psychological disorder that caused him to sometimes see things, and even hear things. I wish we could have been friends, and I'm sure that he felt the same way, but outside of our minds and work, we were too completely different to be good friends. That is my life, but in some way I love him, and will always remember him. Why is it that two people who were so much alike could not be friends? I lived for work and knowledge (And of course drinking) He lived for fun and the pursuit of more fun.