Moved from a town in the Midwest to another. The new town was founded by the French and largely populated by German Catholics. They didn't really care for outsiders even if they were white. In the 70s I think, they ran out niggers that were bussed in from section 8 housing in Atlanta and Mississippi. I was alone a lot of times because I wasn't part of the group. Then I met Nick.
Nick lived by the golf course. His father was quite well off. You'd see him riding his bike down the street to stay healthy. His wife was a cheating fat cow.
Nick and I did everything together. We started skateboarding together. We started smoking cigarettes and weed together.
We used to go into the woods behind a neighbors house and climb the boulders together. Got with some other mates and built a track with ramps out of dirt in the woods.
Our favorite thing though was night time. He'd spend the night at my place or we'd make a tent in his back yard and we would roam the city. We learned all the backroads, alleyways and short cuts. Being little bastards we'd search unlocked cars for cigarettes. We knew the city like the back of our hands.
Freestoner 5 points 7 months ago
Met my two best friends in life who are brothers when I was seven.
64 now and still friends feels good man.