My best friend once told his dad, who i took flying lessons with, "After some shit happened last summer, I really had to take a good look at who is really my friend and who I can really count on when shit goes south or when its down to the 'nutcuttin'. But if I was in a jam, I know I could ask Mario and he would drop everything for me."

Mario is me. Sad thing is this fine man is sitting in the hospital right now suffering from a botched surgery. We are both, 'manly men'. We weld, work on 4x4s, drink beer, and ride motorcycles. But we have an 'understanding' that is rare and is not developed overnight, but rather it has taken us 12 years and has spanned hundreds of miles. That is not to say that we haven't been rosey, we have fought and sometimes i felt like setting fire to his truck....but we still have that understanding.

Remember guys, sometimes you have to clarify things and say things that need to be said in your man-relations. Thats how you build those true friends. Just cause Earl likes to drink all of your beer and watch the game on your plasma, doesn't mean you can lend him 1000.00. Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies. My 'friends that i would help move bodies' list is very short.