It's Only the Beginning...

"Fuck classmates....I got church folk" - The SoD

It's been years...too long actually.  God doesn't time fly??

20 years ago....

Dover Deleware, the big one.  4 days and 3 nights college campus, and not one student in sight.   My crew wasn't as big then.  The second generation, the new jacks.  I walked on that campus of Del. State and no I had no intention on things happening the way they did.  The broad spectrum was meet and greet, mingle, and if your lucky make a new friend and enjoy that penpal life that you were introduced in grade school.  I had a bestfirend already, total opposite of him, yet it was the simplest of things that kept us close.  It was his eye that made me look your way, it was the first of many looks, and when we talked, you could shut out the rest of the world because unlike most of the others that was demanding attention, you had mine, and haven't lost it since.

Once the 1st generation left it all to us in 89' I knew seeing you again was a possibility.  You and my best friend was together, and I swore if you had looked at our phone bills you could easily see who talked more.  You can easily say that you and I had a bond.  Real recognize real, and I never once had to ask "Just who the fuck are you again??!"  There was the 1st meeting of your grandma, and you meeting my moms.   We protected each other, and no matter what, we held shit down.  

Someone help whoever fucked with that, or at least tried to.  There were haters everywhere, from the girls who couldn't stand you to the bitch ass muhfuckas that tried everyway possible to bring out the side of me that I should've left at home.  There was the incidents, the 9 in the suitcase, the football, the ongoing tension between New England and New Jersey no one but us understands but those involved, the waterwar on campus, the walkout in NY, the Detroit revelation, the girl from Rhode Island (you gave me hell with that), Tasha, Malcolm, that light skinned fuck with the high top that looked like Donald Duck, Miami (siggghhhhhhhhh).  The lack of understanding that we we're fucking inseperable, and those who didn't quite get it learned the hard way.   The intoxicating times shared in those spots, the late night talks that crept to the sunrise.  Wiped tears in the middle of heartaches we only asked for dealing with bullshit folks.  We learned not everyone is like us, we disagreed and got mad at each other like everyone else, yet the night wasn't over until we talked, even if it took all fucking night.  One of the first to ever really calm me down, at that age.  You knew I was something different, as I did you.   

We had our blank times, complete years of absence where some would either forget or choose to forget, eliminate closeness due to lack of presence.  Our paths would cross again not because they had to, but because we wouldn't let it happen any other way.  We have that bond.  We think alike, and for some reason, when you think about me, I'm thinking about you too.  Yep, we crazy.  My people's still know how to find you, and it's good.  I was starting to get worried.

So you got married, and I almost did.  Kids no but I'm working on it.  Worked for the government and still say fuck politics.  I'm alive no jive and I'm doing just fine kid.  

Fast foward to now, thirty, yet twenty years in the making.  After all this time, you are the one friend who's been there in some of my best and worst of times.  You've been the same and I couldn't ask for more...

....then again.....

You my best friend and yeah, it's only the beginning.

The SoD