I just found out
today that my
ex-best friend is finally out of
drug rehab. It's odd, how much people
change, how our paths
diverge.
Damn, every
weekend in
first through
fourth grade, we went over to each other's
house, we acted out "
Super Mario Brother's" together, (sniff sniff), he was always
Luigi and I was
Princess Toadstool or
Mario. (Don't ask) His parents were
divorced, and his
mom worked. A lot. So we usually went over there and played with the
neighborhood kids. Well, the neighborhood, as cheap deveolopments usually do, went
downhill fast, and soon
Ben started to
smoke. In fourth grade. He started becoming a
tough guy. I tried to keep up, but our
worlds were already to far apart.
At the time, I was, to put it lightly, conservative. He left me duringa game of hide and go seek when I went over to his house, and I ended up alone and confused. A week later, in Physical Education (how come so many of our worst memories come from that class?), when I went over to him to ask if he wanted to spend the night at my place, he just said, "Get out of here, queer." In front of everyone. Just like that... I was alone again... frightened... oops, I can't find my best friend.