Welp, it was fun while it lasted.
We were the best of friends this summer, I mean, absolutely inseparable. We did everything together. We ate together. We played together. We even chased girls together. But then the temperature dropped and the leaves turned and everything changed.
It all started when one of the boys peed in a buddy’s yard. I don’t know if he did it trying to be funny or if he was serious about marking his territory, but as you can imagine, it didn’t sit well with the other guy, and it wasn’t long before the two of them squared off, sizing each other up. The fight got ugly quick – a real knock-down, drag-out affair. I heard the first blow and came running. As soon as I arrived on scene, I knew that the bond we’d formed over the summer was broken, just like so much of my buddy’s bone. We all kind of went our separate ways after that.
A week later I heard what sounded like the beginnings of another fight and eased over to investigate, thinking that maybe my buddies had hooked up for round two, but all I saw that time was a girl. At least, I think it was a girl. Something was off about her. She was wearing too much makeup and too much perfume, and I don’t know, she just seemed kind of fake to me. Anyway, I bumped into one of the boys’ little brother trying to show off for her. The young buck bowed up on me, and I probably should’ve showed him who’s boss but as I didn’t want any part of what that girl had to offer, I just wished him luck and went on home.
Not long after, one of the boys chased a girl off to God-knows-where. She was cute and all, but no girl’s worth ditching your friends for. Bros before does, right? Last we saw of him, he had his nose so far up her rear end that he couldn’t have found his way back home if he’d wanted to.
Things got so crazy there for a while that I even heard one of the boys got shot. Now, I don’t know if I believe that or not but I do know that I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him in weeks. Everybody’s on edge these days and it just absolutely breaks my heart. It was bound to happen, I guess, and it’s probably for the best, but I sure do miss running with my buddies.
Oh well, there’s always next summer, right?
Wright Outdoors 