Thursday, November 29, 2007
x365: 49 of 365: david c.
When you found out that I was over at your ex-girlfriend's house, you put a jack knife in your pocket, hid a frying pan under your jean jacket, and hitchhiked to Lunenburg in order to kill me, or at least do me some serious physical harm. I had left by the time you showed up. This was probably the lowest point of our friendship. Curiously, you're one of only two people I've kept up with from my high school days. The other person never tried to kill me. She did break my heart, mind you. I'm sensing a pattern here.
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I am still in touch with the guy who broke my heart in high school. My husband and I are now "couple friends" with him, his wife, and their freakishly enormous but very cute baby son. They're like family to me now. If someone breaks your heart and then you forgive them, that makes them family.
That's a really good way of putting it.
He hid a frying pan under his jean jacket while hitchhiking? I love that guy. He could have stopped at any point in his journey to fry up some bacon.
Those South Shore guys are crazy in a good way ;)
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