I’m going to the 30th birthday party of one of my very best friends from high school and probably my first best friend. We grew up together and I haven’t seen him in years.

Its funny how you lose track of people and don’t mean to. Its also funny which people you end up staying in touch with and which ones you don’t.

Marty is married and has a kid now. I bet he is as goofy as ever, but sometimes being grown up has a strange effect on people. They change.

There is nothing wrong with changing, as long as he doesn’t forget when we broke into the Anthony’s house while they were on vacation. We were watching their TV and eating their food when we heard the door open.

Their house was for sale and the realtor had come to show it while no one was there. We bolted out one door while they were coming in the other…ran straight into the woods and shit on ourselves with fear.

They saw us and the Anthonys asked us, after they got back, if we’d seen anything weird going on while they were gone. Kids are bad liars. I wonder if they knew??

2 Responses to “Marty’s birthday”
  1. Adam says:

    Hahhah! I didn’t know you did that. They did always have the good food though.

  2. Dad says:

    I suspected but you lied marginally OK on this occasion.

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