I'm not sure why things have to be different now, but they clearly are. You and I have known each other since we were in 5th grade and I consider our friendship to be one of the best parts of my life. We enjoy the same music, like to go fishing in the Bay and have spent nearly every weekend doing stuff together for as long as I can remember. I even took your sister to the junior prom last year because you asked me to. You are my best friend in the world. That's why this pains me to have to be the one to say this Dave, but ever since you bought that used Kia, you've changed.
When you first told me that your dad had offered to loan you $500 to help you buy your first car, I was excited for you. Sure, maybe I was a little jealous since you have a mom and dad who have stayed together and I never even knew my father, but it was cool. Money has always been tight with me and my mom, but you were getting yours and that's what mattered to me. I remember the first day six months ago that you and I went checking out the used car places over on Sunshine Strip and Commerce streets looking for just the right sweet ride to begin our new adventure. Soon there would be no more bumming rides for us and no more having to ask your mom to borrow the minivan on Friday night's to cruise around. That's what it was all about. Freedom. No matter what, I knew I would be right there with you. At least that's what I had hoped even thought I suppose in retrospect I should have known better. I feel so stupid now. I should have seen this coming.
So, there we were that one rainy Wednesday afternoon at Tiger Motors. You signed on the dotted line, handed over the cash and that would be the beginning of the end for both of us. Had I known what was in store, I would have certainly intervened and tried to stop you. At first everything seemed great. The next two weeks were great and you and I drove the wheels off that Kia. We were like Butch and Sundance; we took trips to the beach and cruised all over the Valley. Life was great, but soon enough things began to change between us and there was nothing I could do to keep it from happening.
Gradually over the next several weeks, you started using words like 'responsibility' and 'job' and the nightmare began to unfold. I would call your house on Friday nights to hook up and go cruise, but your mom would tell me that you were 'running errands' for her or 'had to drive grandma to dialysis'. What the hell man? I thought you and I had something special. A kind of friendship that was rare and beautiful and now you are filling up your life with other activities that makes our relationship look second rate. I just don't understand why using your time and your car to drive your cousin to see his parole officer in San Antonio takes precedence over me needing to make a beer run into Mexico. Aren't we friends anymore? What have I done to deserve your derision? You are breaking my heart, Dave.
Now, instead of doing something fun I am sitting here writing this on a sunny Saturday afternoon when I could be surfing. Sadly, it seems that my chances of going to the beach are nil since you are picking up your uncle from the airport you soulless jerk.
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