30 Days - Day 07 - Your Best Friend, in great detail
Easy.
Joe and I met when I returned to IBM after my 3 month European holiday. He'd just started, and we were introduced by our boss as he reckoned we'd get on well coz we had similar taste in music.
I was one of the poeple trained him up, and we developed a fast friendship based on insults, interest in the occult, a fucked up upbringing and a prevailing attitude that most of humanity can go fuck itself out its own asshole.
We've been close friends for a long time. 7 years now, give or take. We've had our issues, including barely speaking for a fair while due to me essentially having a mental breakdown and lashing out at everyone around me. We mended though, and I managed to get him a job where I work at DCS QLD, where we share a mutual disdain of our boss, a disgust of Government methodology, a driving need to corrupt the young 'un in the office, and insults.
Joe and I approach some things differently, but at the core of it, we understand each other on a level that can't be learned. I'm still convinced we were brothers in a past life or something, because our relationship involves implicit trust, understanding and insults.
We're capable of yammering on for hours about just about anything, and I consider him more family than friend. I can't imagine life without him.
His latest achievement is turning me to the dark side of miniature painting nerdery, completing the set of computers, roleplaying and gadgets that I already possessed. He's a skilled painter, an incredibly well-versed and learned man, a talented hypnotherapist, devoted partner to his fiance and commensurate animal lover.
In a way I look up to Joe. His ability to dedicate himself to a train of learning is something I envy with my short attention span and need to learn about EVERYTHING which stops me concentrating on one thing for long. In another way he's my equal and my brother.
To me our relationship over the years defines what friends SHOULD be.
'nuff said really.
Oh, and the little bitch will probably read this and get all up himself...well more than usual anyway.
Did I mention the insults?
T
Joe and I met when I returned to IBM after my 3 month European holiday. He'd just started, and we were introduced by our boss as he reckoned we'd get on well coz we had similar taste in music.
I was one of the poeple trained him up, and we developed a fast friendship based on insults, interest in the occult, a fucked up upbringing and a prevailing attitude that most of humanity can go fuck itself out its own asshole.
We've been close friends for a long time. 7 years now, give or take. We've had our issues, including barely speaking for a fair while due to me essentially having a mental breakdown and lashing out at everyone around me. We mended though, and I managed to get him a job where I work at DCS QLD, where we share a mutual disdain of our boss, a disgust of Government methodology, a driving need to corrupt the young 'un in the office, and insults.
Joe and I approach some things differently, but at the core of it, we understand each other on a level that can't be learned. I'm still convinced we were brothers in a past life or something, because our relationship involves implicit trust, understanding and insults.
We're capable of yammering on for hours about just about anything, and I consider him more family than friend. I can't imagine life without him.
His latest achievement is turning me to the dark side of miniature painting nerdery, completing the set of computers, roleplaying and gadgets that I already possessed. He's a skilled painter, an incredibly well-versed and learned man, a talented hypnotherapist, devoted partner to his fiance and commensurate animal lover.
In a way I look up to Joe. His ability to dedicate himself to a train of learning is something I envy with my short attention span and need to learn about EVERYTHING which stops me concentrating on one thing for long. In another way he's my equal and my brother.
To me our relationship over the years defines what friends SHOULD be.
'nuff said really.
Oh, and the little bitch will probably read this and get all up himself...well more than usual anyway.
Did I mention the insults?
T