We're playing disc golf and his driver winds up in a monster tree. There are four other discs up there already; this tree is so huge and unclimbable that everyone just leaves their captured discs for dead. Ben sizes up the tree and has all five discs within 20 mintues. The best two are for me.
We're walking down the street and Ben makes a game out of forcing himself between couples walking towards him. Old couple is more points. Holding hands is the most points. Never gets old.
Ben's going to my favorite pizza place for dinner. I jokingly tell him that I want leftovers. I get home late to find two slices boxed up on my landing, inside my locked iron gate.
Things that other people find difficult to climb, Ben climbs with no hands.
There are four people I'm bound to for life, no escaping them, no time or distance could possibly erode our connections. I'm glad he's one of them.
3 comments:
what about the quarters though?
THE QUARTERS. I take it all back.
i'm glad i'm one of the four others you speak of.
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