“Do old ladys turn you on?” not knowing how to respond I turned to the face of goofy looking kid, with brown tosseled hair, skattered frekkles, a crooked grin, and a huge clown-like nose smacked on his astonishly boyish mug(even for a fourth grader). The same kid that who was just minits before the topic of debate amungst me and my friend Anthony. “Was he a really smart seccond grader, or first grader wondering into our fourth and fifth grade gifted class?” -we previously wondered. “Well..” he said, antisipating a responce, his smirk growing in satisfaction. Still bilwildered by the meaning of this statement I impulsively, yet firmly stated, “Yes I am.” witch, to my astonishment, caused my immediate classmates to burst into laughter… I later found out this goofy, clown-nosed fourth grader’s name was Damon Ables, and little did I know he would over time have one hell of an impact on my life, proving to be a very key factor on who I am today. Things wern’t always so great however. Damon, being the immature 5th grader he was, constantly called me a “bung hole”, and every effort to talk to him was voided by a loud, abrupt responce. “UP YOURS!” he loudly stated, many times disrupting the class, however he warmed up and we became very close. Then, 7th grade rolled around. Damon was imensely clumsy and knew nothing about basketball, or at least compared to the masters, decendents of MJ himself, that me and my good friend Austin Machado were. He would constantly double dribble, travel, hit people and scream flaling in circles, his clumseyness and akwardness combined with his compleate void of any sort of hand eye cordination at all paired together to produce the most annoying, unnessesary, ruthless, burden sent from the devil himself to implode our perfectly played and sublime basketball games. This caused me and Austin to spend all our gym class days making fun of this poor clutsy kid so relentlessly even Aron Ralston would have comit suiside. So needless to say he began to hate me, almost a reversal of rolls since 5th grade. Even worse yet, he started hanging out with the coolest people ever. They wore long black pants dripping with chains, with tattered black anything. You know, the ones that woulden’t be caught dead without a ciggerette in their hand. Anyway, this wasn’t really my scene, I wasn’t into tripping over my pants(get it?) and smoking at the tender age of 12, no matter how mature I thought I was. We began growing apart once again.however remaining off and on friends, yet his influence, even negative, was still a large impact on my life. Finally 8th grade, we were, reunited. And we were reunited in none other then 3rd period gifted class, the place it all started. We sat next to eachother and I soon found out that he had shaked away from the super cool goth crowd, and was finally about as mature as a 6th grader. He even stopped applying the black sharpie to his finger nails. This sudden reunition however was grand. We immediatly clicked and nothing could stop us. We were getting in trouble left and right, we rarely sat threw an entire class, and all too frequently sent to Mr. Asshole’s office, er I mean Mr. Evan’s office. We partisipated in many projects together, building the most baddass boxcar the world has ever seen, decorated in an assortment of red and blue, our current facination, a kite(gay), and even a boat, witch never even got finished because Mr. Assho- er Evans made us stop working on it for god knows why, causeing us to fail that semester. These memories, good and bad, powered us threw the year, and launched us into highschool, where the new atmosphere and surroundings caused us to become even closer as friends, needing a seccond person to rely on. Damon was more then just a friend to chill and play halo with however, he was possiblt the smartest, and funniest kid I’ve ever met.He was also very articulate, and knew what he wanted at all times, and had no problem telling people. Everyone, despite his blatent flaws, includeing selfishness, annoyingness and public disreguard, seemed to like him. He was out going and witty. Always had a girlfriend and had no problem making friends. He always knew what to say. He could communicate better then anyone I knew. He very simply had a way with words. I looked up to him for this. I was a very indecisive, shy, self contious boy, that rarely opened up. Damon, at first, when I was young and still descovering myself, was my gateway to being myself. I would interact with people through him, I would meet people through him, I would expose myself to the world, through him. Yet as time went on, he began to show me how to do this myself. Because of him, I was able to be more open with people, including my parents, bettering our relationship. I was able to express myself in many more ways. I felt more comfortable being myself. I was making my own friends, and actually talking to girls.Damon’s decisiveness also contrasted with my indecisiveness quite nicely also. I woulden’t know what to do, to wear, to use, to go, ect. He would always have a very short, turse, strong opinion on what I should do. This allowed me to, not become a push over, I mostly didn’t even listen to what he had to say, but examine choices in a new way, be more confident in my decisions and not seccond guess myself as much. Also his opinions grew on me eventually, and I became an extention of him, as did he. Early on, he was my confidence, my decisions, my telescope to the world, even in some ways an extention of myself. As we grew older and started becoming our own person, we still shared many similarties, morals, belifes, and hobbies. In highschool he was that go to friend everyone had. If somthing went wrong, if you needed advice ect. he was there. We connected over similar bands, games, teams ect. Most notable include the band Rise Against, Halo, and the Denver Nuggets. Rise Against was our favorite bandm and they were considered near gods in our eyes. Rise Against is truely the sound track to the peak of our friendship. We hung out so much everyone though we were homosexual. We even dated girls who were best friends, creating a very tight circle. He was like the brother I never had. Then, he moved to texas for a year. It sucked at the time, but looking back, his time away helped shape me more then all the time we spent together. Being away from someone who has been there for virtually your entire life, someone you literally depended on, someone who was in maycases a part of you, and technically your only real friend, for an entire year, my Jr year of Highschool to be exact, is almost like starting a new life. This forced me to take what I learned from this kid, about self confidence, decisiveness, and individuality, and apply it, or be alone. And I did just that. I also joined the track team my Jr. year and that really helped my confidence as well. I was nothing short of a prodogy, winning races, breaking reccords, and going to states in only my first year. This boost of confidence really alowed me to be more comfortable about myself and not hide behind other people, aka damon, anymore. I finally figured out who I am and was comfortable showing it. So when Damon returned his sr. year, we supriseingly connected immediatly despite my new personality. Our friendship was actually stronger then ever and we branched out meeting more people, and making more frends then I ever immagined. Then, suddenly summer was here, and I was sorting threw the scolarship offers, deciding where I was going to run track at, while Damon was still finishing up his GED. Needless to say we would be parting ways soon, and I have yet to complete the promice I made him years ago. I was going to take him to a Rise Against concert this summer, as a final testamony to our highschool years, and a point to remember for the rest of our lives. It was ____ and we were waiting in line, first of course, nearly hugging the entrence gate, waiting to see jesus himself sing nothing other then some good old hardcore punk music. Standing there in antisipation we blasted RA tunes as well as Four Year Strong(another one of our favorite bands), singing horribly with blatent disreguard to the people around us. “Screw them” we thought. “Today is our day”. Suddenly the gates opened and the stage lay what seemed like a perfect 200m away. Our cross country and track instints took over, and we sprinted, hurdeling ditches and bad religion fans to make it to the stage first. We settled in center, front row, arms resting on the stage. We were not moving. Antisipation corsing through our veins we were impatent, waiting for the band Four Year Strong to open. After what seemed like forever they came on, and the crowd erupted with excitement, yet none louder then me and damon. Another step closer to Rise Against we thought. Four Year Strong did not dissapoint however, they played all our favorite songs and we were singing aloung every word. The crowd was one, with the band, the band was one with the crowd, the crowd was one with everyone, and Damon and I were won with eachother. “This goes out to all the best friends out there and the greatest summer of their life they’re about to have together. Thank you for coming out to support us instead of sitting at home ‘WAISTING TIME!’” and as he said those two final words the crowd erupted once again, noticeing the name drop for the song they’re about to play. Yet, damon paused for a seccond, turned to me with the happiest face I’ve ever seen, ruffeled my hair and screamed “HELLL YEAHHH” a meer 3 feet away from the lead singer Dan. Dan noticed, smiled, pointed and winked realizing that it was us who were currently living the song he is about to sing. Then, the gutar chimed in, and Dan, with a new set of passion I’ve never seen in a preformance before, began to sing constantly eyeing the two boys in the front, who were also singing with the same set of passion, every word except one: Lost in time I’d give this all up for a chance to find
My way back to that summer in 2003(dan) 2011(us) when I felt alive. The song continued on as it perfectly depicted our summer and what happened as well as what was was to come. It was the first time I didn’t fall asleep until the sun came up
Cause we never ever had enough
It was the first time that we could rush the streets
Feeling no defeat
Cause we were ready to ignite the sky
It was the last time
That I had the time of my life
We sang.
THIS CAT IS WEARING PEOPLE PANTS
Those are overalls.
(via dearshithead)
SHIT!
(Source: worldwidemetamorphosize, via static-sea)
A New Addiction.: EVAN WOODRUFF NEEDS TO STOP TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF. -
You’re an idiot. I have you added as a friend on facebook. I know thats Evan, I can see all your wall posts (: Anyway, let’s just pretend that you when I know it’s Evan because honestly, that’s not the only time I’ve seen him with his shirt off ;)
You act as if I don’t go to school with the both of you. You’re like 5’2. Evan like 5”9. And on top of that. Don’t you have a tattoo on your chest? Let it slide? It’s defintely Evan. Don’t try to deny it. I swear, I’ll post both of your facebooks on here buddy.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000790598193
^^ my facebook, where you can clearly see that this picture is of me.
I’m an idiot for having a sense of humor? Right. Lets get a few things straight:
A. There are things called jokes in this world. Learn to take one.
B. I could care less if you’ve seen Evan shirtless. I already knew that. I am his best friend you know.
C. Theres absolutely no reason for you to act all uppity, it’s not like I’m seriously trying to convince people thats me. Clearly it is not me.
For the record, I’m 5’6, and Evan is 5’11.
Shit Damon she’s on to us! I don’t know how she told the diffrence….
Looks like our plan was over. She foiled it.
-I was positive no one would be able to tell the difference though, Seeing as we both have straight blond hair, and no tattoos. Oh well, better luck next time.
Oh, btw, my current profile picture is Damon. FOOLED YA ON THAT ONE DIDN’T I?!?!?
Is this what heaven looks like?
Yes.
Best headline ever.
Gimme ur number.
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…. Wow.