melvin avalos what can i say, i’d be lying if i said we were the perfect friends and got along all the time. i remember getting so mad at you when we’d hang out; you would cockblock me, you’d drag me out to the places i hate most because there were some hot girls you knew going, or even whenever we’d play our Mexico vs USA fifa matches and you’d win with some bullshit last second goal you’d jump and scream like you’ve won the world cup. but no matter how mad or frustrated i’d get with you (or vice versa) i always knew the next day we’d be friends again and forget all the hostility we had. i remember we even fought one time in roberts car on our way back home from my cousins house. we were pretty drunk and got into an argument about who knows what.. i had you in a headlock and you kept swinging at me in a flurry of crazy punches but like i said the next day we continued on with our friendship like nothing even happened. those times which obviously werent the best of times were the things i find most memorable. that’s what made our friendship different from all the others. we’d redeem our friendship every time we saw each other and laugh like it never happened. i don’t know anybody whos friendship could survive all the shit ours did but we lasted till the very end and i’m proud to call you one of my best friends.
this is just a page of the very long detailed story of our lives and how we spent it together, i plan to add a lot more so for later years i can know exactly how i felt on the worst weekend of my life.