It's Great Having Friends

The other day I was talking with my friend, Pat. Pat and I usually have conversations that run the gamut from "that bitch is hot" to "do you think Florida will beat Ohio State?" I consider him a friend, but like most of my friends, he is relatively closed off. I like that in a friend. I mean, spare me the bullshit, right?

I'm an asshole.

So, as Pat finished explaining to me just how many touchdowns Ohio State would beat Florida by (Pat's from Ohio), I was surprised when he asked me where I had been.

"I been around," I said.

"Not like you used to be around," he replied.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I asked.

"I don't know. It just means that you don't come around that much. Usually, you sit your ass up at the bar and bullshit for a few hours. Lately, you just grab a buzz and take off. It's weird."

"I'm getting lazy."

"Whatever. You ain't getting' lazy. That crazy, weird-ass peanut you call a brain is fucking with you. Something's on your mind. I can tell."

"How?"

"Never mind how, Nate. You just ain't yourself lately."

And then Pat added, "Which is probably a good thing."

"Fuck you," I said.

I mean, it's great having friends.


Oh, and I almost forgot. I'm taking the Niners (+10) tonight.

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