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I finally talked to my best friend Hen this weekend. We have been closer than 2 rats in a wool sock for about 7+yrs. When we first met I couldn't stand him, but we soon bonded on the midnight shift when both of our marriages were falling apart. We were drinking buddies along with our Big Bro Fatz(who's now SAVED and wants to be called by his christian name). When I stopped drinking because it had taken over my life, we all still hung out and a strange thing happened. I realized that I loved them both like they had come from my mother's body. It was never the situation where they were drunk and I was bored. They were still fam and funny as hell even when I was the only one cold sober. We would ride for each other. Hold no punches when one of us was fucking up...stop drinking so much shorty...study for that test... I'll watch the kids...you need to go to the club girls night out the kids can stay the weekend. We started out as friends and became family.
Hen sounded really good still giggling like life was his own personal joke, but I've seen the other side. Saw him cry with pride when his baby girl was born, saw him cry out in pain when his whoring wife stepped out and didn't want him or their daughter. Saw him be a real man and knock on my door at 2am when he wanted peace for him and Lyssa. Saw him be strong and weather the storm thru 3 DUI's and losing his career. We were born in the same month one day apart even though I'm a few years older.
I cried in his lap when my world fell apart, called him at 3am when I knew I was about to take life that wasn't mine to take. He talked me down, told me just hold off until the morning and he would ride or die with me...we laughed and I stayed out of jail.
He was cool as a fan when I recounted how I had fucked up, but he stayed close and made sure I didn't hurt myself or my marriage any further. He is a part of my mental a part of my heart. Even though we don't talk as much as we should we are still solid, we are fam. I love that hardheaded negro, love him for being true to our friendship and for keeping my secrets. I will do the same for him... family is a beautiful thing.
Hen sounded really good still giggling like life was his own personal joke, but I've seen the other side. Saw him cry with pride when his baby girl was born, saw him cry out in pain when his whoring wife stepped out and didn't want him or their daughter. Saw him be a real man and knock on my door at 2am when he wanted peace for him and Lyssa. Saw him be strong and weather the storm thru 3 DUI's and losing his career. We were born in the same month one day apart even though I'm a few years older.
I cried in his lap when my world fell apart, called him at 3am when I knew I was about to take life that wasn't mine to take. He talked me down, told me just hold off until the morning and he would ride or die with me...we laughed and I stayed out of jail.
He was cool as a fan when I recounted how I had fucked up, but he stayed close and made sure I didn't hurt myself or my marriage any further. He is a part of my mental a part of my heart. Even though we don't talk as much as we should we are still solid, we are fam. I love that hardheaded negro, love him for being true to our friendship and for keeping my secrets. I will do the same for him... family is a beautiful thing.
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