That's What Friends Are For
Jeremy just hit me with his shoe. Travis is wearing my jeans. Patrick is trying to bleach a streak of his hair with laundry bleach.
Eh, heh, meet my friends.
Anna told me to ignore the guys and focus on writing, and even though they don’t normally annoy me, today, they just are.
Well, to rephrase that sentence… Two of them aren’t my friends percisely… They’re my brothers.
Eh, heh, meet the oddities I hang out with.