The People I Know

This poor bastard is my old buddy Nick. Nick is not the brightest bulb in the box nor is he the sharpest tool in the shed. One time nick compared a poem to eating cheetos. i thought this was the dumbest shit i ever heard and said just that. because our teacher didnt like me i was sent to the hallway for the rest of the day. little did i know that was to become my permanent seat for that class a week or two later. but this isnt about me and that bitch of a teacher. this is about a man who one time almost o. d.'ed on caffeine pills before a football game. this is a guy with feet so flat the archs were on the top of his feet which gave him these elfish looking toes. all of this plus his curly red hair and diminuitive size made him look just like a leprechaun. nick and i were demons on the defensive line and we would tear people up. then the thing with the caffeine pills happened and nick didnt get to play anymore. since graduating i have lost touch with the man. i have heard a few rumors of him living on peoples roofs and things of that nature. i wasnt going to blog twice today but in honor of my man, Nicholas Vestus Kenny, i just had too. so next time you see him in the street stop him and say somthing like "keep your chin up nick, its going to be ok" or " hey nick, looking good!". with any luck he will understand, but if i know him like i think i do he will just be very confused and ask what will be ok. welll yall its 5:30 in the am and i have to get ready to finish up here. i know yall wont work to hard but i feel like i should say it anyway. yall take it easy and dont work to hard. pizzle