FRIENDS FOR LIFE?

Now, I’m a friendly guy. I think so. I totally believe in friendship, and the selflessness that sometimes comes with it.

Friends don’t always get along though, needless to say. If anything, most fights are between friends. Like, sometimes at work my boys and I argue, and violently, almost to the point of pummeling each other to bits. Someone would intervene and then we’d hang around all sullen and stuff. At 5 o’clock [B.E.T. – o’glog, ha ha!] we’d be leaving work and then dude would be like:

“Yo, >d®, you still coming over Thursday?”
“Faw shaw,” I’d respond. Then we’d give each other a pound and it would be all good.

Girls – it takes considerably more effort to get back into their good books. Still, between friends it’s all good. Like, my friend G.R. and I fight all the time. Not physically, of course. Then she’d say something like:
I love you and all but forget you man. Then it would be all good.
My other female friends, especially A1, are cool as sh*t. A1 always keeps it gully, to say the least. We’ve had our share of fights, of course, but we’ve always been cool for years on end, coz we both know the friendship is greater than all the other bullsh*t we might fight about, as it should be.

Like I said, I’m a friendly guy. There are, though, some friends that I’ve fought but never made up with. I can’t stay mad for long so I always try to patch things up, but I’m sick and tired of friends who constantly resist my efforts to make it all good between us. It’s almost as if they’d want me to grovel & beg for reinstatement. Never that. D-money’s not the one.

So, from today, it’s official: I’m done babysitting y’all. Life goes on. Papa’s got a brand new bag, like James Brown.

Shout out to my boy Danc, pictured here with yours truly, below. You pick out who you’d want me to be, if you can ‘fix’ the photo. I didn’t even blur it out this time!