No good-ass friends

some of my friends are little shits.
sneaky bastards
i barely see them.
i watch my back and never take my herb or pieces over there.
i need new friends so i looked here haha!

I am a Damn good friend. I'm generous not only with my stash, but with my time, money and a good listener. If I have something that u could use more than me, its yours. I've learned the hard way that in order to have good friends, you have to be a good friend. I just recently lost my best friend of 6 years. we were in high school together, he's the only person whom I stayed in contact with after high school. He was the person who introduced me to mary jane, and every other drug ive ingested, sniffed, and smoked. a few months back, he became a c*ackhead, and he started stealing from his mom to feed his habit so she kicked him out. i let him stay with me at the house I worked in at the time, I risked my job, and he stole from me, his boyfriend, and from the bartender of the bar we frequented. he told people that his mom and brother had died which is why he was homeless. he would get drunk and start fights in public with me. he event tried to hit me once. The final straw was when he tried to attack my sister, so i popped him one, and that was that. he was constantly late, or wouldnt show up at all and not answer his phone until like the next day. sometimes a week. he had no consideration for anyone's feelings but his own. He blamed me for not, as he said "jumping with him into his downward spiral. i stepped back and left him to sink by himself as i watched and washed my hands of him." he told me I deserved to be molested by my step- father because I was gonna end up bitter and a bitch anyway. i tried everything i could to help him and he still did everything wrong. i stood up for, and by him when no one else would. i fed him, bought him clothes, let him sleep at my job, let him wash his clothes, let him bathe, gave him his own stash every week, rented him a motel room when he couldnt stay at my work. he started hooking to feed his habit, now he has AIDS, and has absolutely NO ONE. i miss him like he was my oxygen, but cant bring myself to befriend him again. his mom has spinal cancer and she will probaly bury him first. the saddest part is that he's only 22 and a brilliant piano player. I dont know if i will go to his funeral.

ive known most my friends for years and we were bonded together before weed and will be still if we stopped smoking...friendship more important than weed

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Originally Posted by fasterspider

I am a good ass friend that takes good care of his friends and I have a couple of people that I can really count on if need be, true friends that aint there for anything but the friendship. I love my friends and don't think I would want to be in this world without them.

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amen.

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Originally Posted by Hilder420

I am a Damn good friend. I'm generous not only with my stash, but with my time, money and a good listener. If I have something that u could use more than me, its yours. I've learned the hard way that in order to have good friends, you have to be a good friend. I just recently lost my best friend of 6 years. we were in high school together, he's the only person whom I stayed in contact with after high school. He was the person who introduced me to mary jane, and every other drug ive ingested, sniffed, and smoked. a few months back, he became a c*ackhead, and he started stealing from his mom to feed his habit so she kicked him out. i let him stay with me at the house I worked in at the time, I risked my job, and he stole from me, his boyfriend, and from the bartender of the bar we frequented. he told people that his mom and brother had died which is why he was homeless. he would get drunk and start fights in public with me. he event tried to hit me once. The final straw was when he tried to attack my sister, so i popped him one, and that was that. he was constantly late, or wouldnt show up at all and not answer his phone until like the next day. sometimes a week. he had no consideration for anyone's feelings but his own. He blamed me for not, as he said "jumping with him into his downward spiral. i stepped back and left him to sink by himself as i watched and washed my hands of him." he told me I deserved to be molested by my step- father because I was gonna end up bitter and a bitch anyway. i tried everything i could to help him and he still did everything wrong. i stood up for, and by him when no one else would. i fed him, bought him clothes, let him sleep at my job, let him wash his clothes, let him bathe, gave him his own stash every week, rented him a motel room when he couldnt stay at my work. he started hooking to feed his habit, now he has AIDS, and has absolutely NO ONE. i miss him like he was my oxygen, but cant bring myself to befriend him again. his mom has spinal cancer and she will probaly bury him first. the saddest part is that he's only 22 and a brilliant piano player. I dont know if i will go to his funeral.

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I hope you can find comfort knowing that you did everything you could for him. What an amazing story of strength and compassion. People like your friend tend to take an extra mile when you give them an inch, and no matter how inherently nurturing one is--everyone has their limits. He really messed up by striking your sister, uh?

I have one good friend, we just really clicked, we were real similar, and he we just naturally got along. I have a handfull of good friends, I lost a couple, but gained a couple more. And then I have lots of aquantinces.

And friendship to me isnt what someone gives me, or they like me cause I give, we just get along.

I am definitely a good friend. I am loyal to the end to the people that I love, and I love alot of people. I have a good amount of friends that are just as loyal as I am.. but possibly even more friends that arent. They key is knowing how much to trust every person in your life. Knowing and understanding people is a part of life, and something that I have dedicated a good portion of time to figuring out. Weed has nothing to do with how good a friend is to me.

I pride myself as being a fantastic friend. I'm an very chill guy, and I love all my friends to death. I'd go outta my way to help them. They all say I'm very easy to talk to.

I've actually become kind of my groups older sibling and psychiatrist. People come to me alot if they have personal issues, or anything like that. They say that I listen very well, or something like that. And I have a nacks for find out peoples problems.

I work very hard to bring up my friends self esteems, even though I don't have all that great self esteem myself, but apparently I have a nack for raising my friends. But that gotten better over the years, especially thanks to music and herb.

I think I'm rambling, sorry. I'm a little hyper and toked, ya know how it is.

I'd apologize for posting this thread but you all...thanks for putting up with my preoccupations.

to me what makes a good friend is some one that cares about you and got your back no matter what. to me its not really hard to know who is a good ass friend. you just have to think about all the things you have been through and they reacted to certain things. like if you got in a fight would they help you? if some one whupped your ass would they beat that person down for you?if you dont got bud would they instantly hook you up with bud? can you trust them with your money,weed , or valueable things around them?
if your in need of a ride would they hook you up with a ride?

if you dont really know how good of a friend they are you can always use little creative tests to chek their character.