My friend Joe is very VERY smart. I like him. I miss him when I don’t get to see him but it is OK. He is doing his thing and I like that.
My friend is in the theater. He can tell stories and do the acting and make the show. He is very talented! I like that about him. I knew him when we were just children. I have been his friend since then and never forgot about him. Sometimes in our life together he got confused, but I could not talk because of the drugs. It was only that one time that this happened, but it was too bad because when he got confused I could not explain to him what I was thinking. This was a panic attack and it almost ruined our friendship. I picked him up one time when I was on a journey because I thought that he might like it. I think he did, but he was maybe a little bit nervous. It was a big adventure! (I want to do another adventure someday with my friend!) What happened then was that on the first day, I tried to tell him how to be. I had been to the place before and I knew some of the people and so on, but I only had a very specific and very precise and very limited knowledge of the people and the place as a whole (although I STILL would like to like the place VERY MUCH because it is a VERY GOOD PLACE on the Earth…this is why the natives use the term “good earth” there and why it is a farming place, I think).
So…some people judge my friend for being who he is and that is wrong. I do not like for people to judge my friend. I know him and I do not judge him. I think that is why I am a good friend to him. I think he knows this and also that I am a good friend to him. Sometimes he is not such a good friend to me as I am to him, I feel, but that is OK and it is not a judgement to say that. That is his way, and his way is OK. I want for him to be happy, and I know that his family also wants that for him because I know his family and I like them very much too. I like to visit his family and I care about them and I think about them. I miss them sometime, even, too. I know right where they are because they are my neighbors! However I never get to see them. I blame the money and the technology. There is something about those things that is just not right to me. I don’t think I should be unable to see a friend and a family for some reason.
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