How are you my friend?
This is me reaching out to every of my friends from day one, watch this space... It will get to your turn. (Photo credit: Fred) I had Johnny Drille’s “how are you, my friend” on repeat on my way to work this morning and it kinda hits differently. Memories of one or two friends I never thought I’d go a day without talking to, life is rude. Those days of video games and crayfish waka; neighborhood drive, first attempt at driving, and real introductions to romantic interests in girls. I will try as best as I can to avoid mentioning names but if you’re reading this today, I remember you and I am thinking about you. How are you, my friend? We ran into lots of troubles, I remember how I always took the blame because I liked to protect the clan, I still do that shit and I’m paying for it big time. I miss you and our escapades, whenever you see this, make the three-finger sign… You’re in my thoughts. Back then in the church, it was a great start to life. I had my fair share of cont...