I'm still traveling round the world by the seat of my pants. Last night I put up a fb message saying "I'm flying into Van March 11th 1:30pm anyone want to pick me up and hang with me for the day?" I got no hits. I flew from Tokyo, transferred in Seattle, landed in Van. I was near home at last.
The best I expected was more than one person would show up and they would fight over me. The worst I expected no one would show up and I was alone in the airport for nine hours as usual. The best possible happened. My best buddy Ty drove down from Squamton to hang with me for the day. I was in the customs area when I got a call from him. I thought he was going to say "Hey dude I just got your message, sorry I'm not going to be able to make it." But to my surprise he was minutes away and stoked to spend the day with me.
He picked me up in his big, bad ass maroon GMC Sierra tan interior. We hit up a pub for a burger and a beer and some catching up. We drove to the beach and scrounged up some wood for Tys new hobby, making furniture with a chainsaw. Then we went to the UBC campus to pick up chicks because we’re both so good at that. We ran in to Megfa, our coach Myles girlfriend. She took us down to the nude beach through campus on a swing bike, bmx, and skateboards. Ty and I said our good byes because it was time to get back to the airport for the second stretch of my journey. Ty and I hugged it out and I was alone once again.
I have hundreds of friends and thousands of acquaintances, but there’s nothing like the couple of true friends I have. I wouldn’t trade them in for anything. Well maybe for something.
MARG
Awwwwww! Love my boys!!
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