My So Called Friend

About 20+ years ago, I met a guy who lived right across the street from me, and after many, many years, we became good friends. I remember that we used to get drunk like crazy on the weekends. As a matter a fact, we used to hangout and have a lot of fun, because we shared similar sense of humor and taste in comedy and comedians. Our friendship was so fun, that back then, we used to go online, to just look for the weirdest porno shit that we could find, in order to outdo the other and then shared it with one another. A few years later, he met a woman who he fell in love with and in time he married her and she became the mother of his children.

The thing is, that his wife, for some unknown reason, never liked my wife or myself. My so-called friend moved out of the neighborhood with her and would come visit me from time to time, but he made it clear, that his wife couldn’t find out that he was visiting the old neighborhood… even if his mother still lived across the street from me, he didn’t even visited her. You see, the one thing that I noticed about his new friends was, that they were all his wife’s friend’s husbands and boyfriends. In other words, I later came to understand, that his wife didn’t like my wife and I, because she was the one, who decided who he was friends with. And that is the reason why I don’t pick up the phone, when he calls me every couple of months. Even though he is my so-called friend, I just don’t want him to get in trouble with his wife.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!


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