Silly Little Girls
There's nothing quite like the moment a drug deal goes bad, and you see someone lose their head.
There's nothing quite like the moment a drug deal goes bad, and you see someone lose their head.
I haven't spoken to her in five years, but it's still habit to look at her house as I drive past.
I've heard over and over that "you're supposed to marry your best friend", but my best friend didn't agree as much as I did.
When her shaky and sobbing voicemail said to call her back asap, the worst thing I could think of was maybe her dog was dead, not her father.
The day my beloved cat died, my best friend asked me, "Well, did he leave you something in the will?" and my day was a whole lot better.
After divorcing my wife and marrying her best friend who was the maid of honor at the former wedding, my nephew married my ex-wife making her my niece.
"I would run away with you tomorrow if I weren't dating your best friend," he said while we were having sex on my best friend's bed.
I told him I was surprised that he was still talking to me, and he said, "Well, being bisexual means you're still half normal and I guess it could be worse."
She kissed me in the parking lot of the Mormon church, and all the cars drove by slowly, honking their horns.
My best friend looked at me and said, "My mouth tastes like Spring Break."
She hung herself with the purse I gave her for Christmas.
Only after being caught having an affair with her husband did I regret betraying my best friend.
My best friend looked out at the ocean, back at the shore and then at me, and asked "What happened to our clothes?"
I was no more acquainted with the definition of clarity than when the music slowed down and he turned to face me, stopping the world from moving and changing my life forever.
I told him he wasn't allowed to die until I was ready to say goodbye, but he didn't listen.