Friends

I figured my folks would be very curious about the new friends I made over the school year. Not wanting to be put on the spot I made a list of just a few with the impression that the have imprinted on me in the last nine months. Obviously I've only given initials, but if you know me and know them then the identity should be obvious.

K- But by the grace of God be he the most dynamic Southern Baptist Preacher of the Twenty-First Century.
T- Stud.
B- God was having a rough day proportioning size and personality. Of course a compliment.
R- My artsy conscience.
J- Six matchsticks with a head held together by environmentally conscientious clothing and indie music.
D- You are Pluto… You know Goofy’s dog.
M- Made of bricks and laughs and sweat and strength and family and his Grandfather and God.
C- Brilliance hidden under a yellow hoodie.
J- You are a bicycle. Simply and unequivocally. Useful and commonplace and laughable in a math class.
J- Peter Jackson’s beard. Just his beard.
C- The word “bonehead” shouldn’t be construed as an insult, it is a compliment of the highest order.
R- I think you are your hair, wild and free and rare, but somehow perfectly suitable.
E- I imagine you being carried away over the shoulder of a Viking. I don’t know why.
R- For some reason I see you as a cynical PI working the Florida Retirement Home beat. Its probably the chest hair.