01/01/11

All those failed classes, until we finally did it.

"Finally, chris!" and we high-fived--overwhelmed and ecstatic.



I was there, the first day of the new year.
Many came. Everyone knew you, everyone wanted to let people know they knew you, knew you good, knew you best. Those who didn't know you that well searched their brain for any recollection of a moment of their life that included you in the picture; some could only vaguely remember. Some might have only heard of you from a friend, whether or not that friend knew you, might be a good question. Those who didn't know you, wished they had.

That's what you get, mate, for living up to your name. A friendly friend named Friendly.

Till we high-five again!