Bored as hell and I wanna get ill, so I go to a place where my homeboyz chill. The fellaz out there tryna’ make that dolla’, I pulled up in my six-fo’ impala. Greeted with a forty and I start drinkin’
My friends truly are the reason I go out. That’s one thing about me that I will actually live up to: support. I’ll stay up late, I’ll lose sleep, I’ll pay for your meals, I’ll offer to give you a ride, I’ll be there if you asked. A lot of people are about giving and taking, I’m not. I am that person that would never expect any of them to be there if I ever did have something for them to “show up” to. I guess that’s part of the reason I do go. They give me a reason to write. They motivate me, they inspire me, and show me that there’s something to do outside of what’s expected of us…aka responsibilities.
A lot of people think i’m related to Alex, but the truth is that, i’m not. No blood is shared between us. Actually, there’s three people in our lives and we all have no relation to each other. We’ve just been known each other since birth. To me, that’s true friendship. I don’t keep count of how many people I’ve met in my life, but not many have stuck around. People often jump around from group to group because the rest of the world tells us “that’s growing up.” I don’t know many people that keep in touch, but the four of us surely have. Across the world, in different countries, not even big bodies of water could keep us apart.
Growing up, Alex lived in Cuba for what felt like forever. When you’re young, your concept of time is skewed. Every summer we’d get to see him, he’d tell us about Cuba and over time he got better and better with playing his guitar. He told us there wasn’t a lot to do there. This just proves that even at a young age, he utilized his time well. and now, I can’t believe he’s singing in front on an audience outside of the comfort of his own home. So, if any of my friends had something that meant a lot to them in another state, another country, or even a couple minutes away, I’d find a way there. That’s just me.