Thus, a friendship was born. Through the years he's tried to keep me on the right path, but he's never had a problem having fun with me when I was going full steam down the wrong ones. He taught me how to play the tambourine, install a car radio and build a big wooden box with wheels that you could put just about anything in. Of course, that box now sits empty in our garage taking up a parking place, but it's some hellacious handiwork. He was there for me when I got dumped by each of my former likes and in return for the support, I slapped him around, kicked him in the gut and threw ice water on his head when he couldn't quite stay awake one night when Sydney was coming over.
Friends are always there for each other.
Then there was the time when I didn't have a way home from the bar, and he let me ride in the back of his truck even though he was on a date. It was late November. I had short sleeves and had lost my coat. He drove around for five miles and then slammed on the brakes sending me headfirst into the spare tire as he and his lady friend laughed hysterically. But that's OK because he's now engaged to that lady friend, and if I was able to entertain them for a night, then I don't mind the frostbitten fat lip.