Best Friend

Apr 21, 2007 10:07

My best friend? I don't know. How's that for up front and honest, huh?

I guess a case could be made for a couple of people in my life. Lexi, for one. I mean, he's there for me, usually, and he doesn't bullshit me around and make me roll my eyes much. He's got my back, when I need him, and my front, when he gets tired of the back.

Mike is a totally cool best friend. He listens, which is more than most fucking people do. I think he gets all the scary shit, and it doesn't gross him out, and that's pretty fucking cool. Yeah, Mike is a good best friend, too.

But really? Okay, look, stop laughing. No. Really. I know what you think. He's messy, dirty, nasty, gross, rude, crude and a real shit. But Frankie is the kind of best friend that I need. He gives it to me straight. He doesn't care if it hurts my feelings, and he doesn't care if I get pissed off. And I know he's there, right behind me, right beside me even. I wish he'd come in the club and have a drink with me, or come talk to me. I miss him so much. I miss all of them. But since Luxuria burned, nothing's been right.

But they're still alive. Around. My three best friends are out there, and it's cool.
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