Friday is here!

Well, we made it again, seems like we always do. It’s of course payday with the green team crew waiting on their respective pay checks to do what ever they please. I of course plan on spending mine on food and fun, this is the designated food and fun check.
The last couple of days I’ve been missing a friend of mine from high school. When we were younger, he and I had our first school bus battle; Luke of course talked him out of beating my ass. I ate lunch with a few of the guys and of course the main gossip topics were; women and food and where Brian might be.
Brian and I knocked heads constantly, I never really knew why. In the 10th grade he and I were in the same class. We played on the same ball teams and battled for the same positions in every game. Luke would calm me down telling me “There is always one of those guys, they will want what you have, deal with him and go on”. He was right, I won some and lost some but it kept me on my toes.
Our junior year, it all changed; I spent the summer before bulking up for football. I grew more than 4 inches and gained over 30 pounds. I wasn’t the same guy, of course that’s all thanks to Luke who thought being a body builder was in his future. This meant I needed to be one as well, so we both worked out during the summer. Brian was the same wiry guy, getting into everyone’s business and going after all the girls.
Senior year and I hardly saw Brian; he stopped playing ball and was hanging out with a different crowd. The “Back of the gym group” the smokers and tokers of the high school.
I heard rumors that he married and has one child, a little boy that is tall and gangly just like his dad. (I wonder if he bullies on the bus too). Later he divorced from his wife; I could go on with some of their battles. One that comes to mind is the time she put out a cigarette in his chest; sparks flew like a roman candle on the dance floor of the club. He also would go party with another friend of mine, Jenny.
A couple of years later, I would see him off and on supposedly at his job; he wore nice pants and shirt, possibly working with his father accounting firm. At least it appeared to have stopping hanging out with the gym bunch and was making it on his way.
Last weekend there was a party, and a few of my friends said they saw him out being his crazy self, doing the air guitar and beer bottle mic routines per usual. Two weeks ago I saw him; he was on the pier doing his routine, with a bottle of Jack in hand.
Yesterday the rumor mill began, “Have you heard about Brian?” I of course had not. Apparently he’s gone back to doing drugs once more, this shocks me because I was so sure he was growing up and getting along in life. He and I even spoke about Jenny and her problem, that how easily that could have been one of us instead of her. From what I gather he is in the hospital trying to get off whatever drug he is on.
It just comes to show you that life can lead you on any path; it’s your choice to decide which on to take. Right or wrong in your eyes is the key.