It’s weird when I think about calling my best friend my best friend. I kind of stopped having best friends in the 7th grade, but then I’d look back and see them as best friends in retrospect. I was betrayed by my last ‘blood brother’ in 1971. Yeah we actually knifed our fingers. Ahh GenX. I was never quite as nervy as Huckleberry Finn, but easily as muc…
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