betrayal

Discussion in 'Hippies' started by doobien, Aug 20, 2004.

  1. doobien

    doobien Member

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    As a child growing up i had this friend, mike. We had grown up next to each
    other, and could always find some way to get our asses in trouble, even before we
    started with the booze and drugs. Our theivery was the reason the corner store had
    to stop selling playboy and hustler. I remember once, we set this field on fire.
    dont ask me why, and im not at liberty to say where or how, but it caused quite a
    stir in through the neighborhood we lived in. While i was trying to lay low, mike
    shows up at my house, bag of matches in hand, and this shit eating grin on his face.
    that was the kind of guy mike was, he could fix almost anything. except his life.
    The kind of guy who was always trying to squeze ya for a buck, if you know what i
    mean.

    It seemed we were always in compitition. Like me he always wanted to be the
    life of the party, and always had a story, no matter what the subject. After a
    few drunken escapades, he earned the new nickname of "smitiot". Not that i was
    much better mind you. anyways, I had been hanging with a different circle of
    friends, more popular than mike, and we were all playing football in this kids
    backyard one day. well, along comes mike, wanting to get in the game. You know
    how kids are at that age, very cruel, and mike wasnt the most popular kid in the
    neighborhood. No sooner did he get in the gate than the others started throwing
    rocks and yelling obsenities at him. I could see him look at me, waiting for me to
    say something to the others, but for some reason, i just couldnt. i stood there,
    watching. I felt hanging out with the popular crowd was more important at the time
    than helping my friend. but even more, after all those years of freindship,
    i felt i had let him down.

    That was when i chose popularity over frieindship. Mike never forgave me for
    that day, and though we were still friends, i could see in his eyes he still held
    a grudge against me for that day, and probably always would. We soon grew apart,
    he became the heavy drinking jock, and i became the popular stoner. I began learning
    how to manipulate myself in the game. This is not an easy thing to do, you must
    always have something to offer everyone. Popularity is like a herion ride until it
    stops. I was the guy, the guy you could always go to when you needed something. i
    could get anything. moderation was not the key for me. it never has been. I was
    always methodical in what i wanted, and would foresee every possible angle ahead of
    time. But not everything was that easy. the mistakes i made early on became fatal.
    I was about to find that out.

    It was a typical friday night. We were all at a party, drinking, smoking,
    doing all the things we shouldnt be. I remember a bunch of catholic school girls
    showed up to prove they could get down just as well as we could. and indeed they
    could. the vibe was great, until old mike showed up to crash the party. I could
    see in his eyes he was not there. he was downing jd like it was water. The alcohol
    had taken over. thats when it all happened.

    For some reason, mike decided to go lay on the couch, problem was, there were
    five girls already sitting on it. The girls were none to happy about this, and
    started to get a little pissed off. mike seemed not to care about them though, and
    continued to harrass them until he was approached by one of the other guys at the
    party. The guy asked him politly to stop, but mike took offense. He got this crazy
    look in his eye and told the kid to fuck off. The other fellow got off three good
    shots to my freinds face. It didnt even phase him. he commenced to place two hard
    head butts to the other guys face. It was chaos, there was blood everywhere.

    When they were finnally pulled apart, mike went crazy. He left to go to his
    car, i knew he was in no condition to drive, so i tried to stop him. it was
    pointless, he wasnt listening to anything i said. He jumped in his blue camaro and
    sped off like a bat out of hell. That was the last time i seen mike alive.

    A few of us jumped in my car to follow him, in hopes we could find some way to
    calm him down. He was just driving too fast. 60 in a residential area. I couldnt
    risk the lives of the others in the car, so i lost him. as soon as we rounded the
    next corner, i saw it. His car had smashed into a tree. The first thing i noticed
    was the cracked window and the blood. I screamed for someone to call 911 and ran to
    his twisted car. I found him with his face split open. there was no life left in
    him. there was my best friend, bloody and broken, and all i could think about was
    the day when those kids threw rocks at him. The day i stood there and watched.

    The following weeks were very hard. This was my closest freind and neighbor.
    the funeral was especially tragic. It was a close casket, for obvious reasons.
    The services were attended by hundreds of family and friends. Ill never forget
    seeing his mothers eyes. It was the sadest ive ever seen anyone in my life.

    To this day, the corner he where he died is called "mikes corner". it stands
    as a testament to all that no one is invincable, and drinking and driving kills.
    There is still an indenture on the tree, a mark that will be there forever. A mark
    that will always remind me of my first lesson in freindship and betrayal.
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  2. JohnnyX

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    I'm sorry about your friend man.
     
  3. soulrebel51

    soulrebel51 i's a folkie.

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    that sucks, an im sorry that happened to you and your friend, but maybe next time you get a good friend like him you wont leave him in the dust. that was extremely shitty of you. i wouldnt have listened to you either if you told me not to drive.
     

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