Ode to Joe
This is in response to what he wrote to me on his page, www.joeschell.blogspot.com
Again, most overdue.
Joe, is really just Joe. There's nothing I can really say to describe him any other way. He's original and creative and really......weird. I met him at least 3 years ago through a church deal that I can't even remember. I was in a stage of thinking I was ghetto, and he sort of knocked me out of that and into a clear mind. Being an artist, he is the one who originally got me into graphic design, and showed me something I'm really good at, which was something no one else had ever done.
There's times in my friendship with this dude that I've wanted nothing else more than to hit him with a tire iron. Mostly because he's pointed something out to me that I didn't like. He's always there to help me out with something and backing me up on everything I do. We've yelled at each other, bloodied each other up, literally inflicted physical pain and suffering on each other, and afterwards we sit down and I still love him. He's more my family than the family I live with. No joke, he's by far the one best friend I've ever had. We'll grow old and die together I'd bet, but only if I don't kill him first. (or the other way around)
If I could legally drink, I'd raise a toast to you, bro.
This is in response to what he wrote to me on his page, www.joeschell.blogspot.com
Again, most overdue.
Joe, is really just Joe. There's nothing I can really say to describe him any other way. He's original and creative and really......weird. I met him at least 3 years ago through a church deal that I can't even remember. I was in a stage of thinking I was ghetto, and he sort of knocked me out of that and into a clear mind. Being an artist, he is the one who originally got me into graphic design, and showed me something I'm really good at, which was something no one else had ever done.
There's times in my friendship with this dude that I've wanted nothing else more than to hit him with a tire iron. Mostly because he's pointed something out to me that I didn't like. He's always there to help me out with something and backing me up on everything I do. We've yelled at each other, bloodied each other up, literally inflicted physical pain and suffering on each other, and afterwards we sit down and I still love him. He's more my family than the family I live with. No joke, he's by far the one best friend I've ever had. We'll grow old and die together I'd bet, but only if I don't kill him first. (or the other way around)
If I could legally drink, I'd raise a toast to you, bro.
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