As most of you know, Paul and I have been together as best friends for years, since we were 12 years old. Well I was 12 years old, he was an old 13 and talked about S _ _ things a lot, it was embarrassing, and he would look at girls and guys he thought were cute and I would just turn red. But thinking about our past I remember the first time I gave him a mirror so he could comb his hair.

Understand, I cared about Paully no matter what he looked like. I mean after all he was MY best friend even though others claimed him through the years. I appreciate and love him just because through all his grumpiness he stayed with me. But here is a video of that mirror and the first time he saw himself in it… totally scarey.


My best friend Paul, we have known each other from wee lads, went to the hospital last week. I was crushed. They told me he had acute appendicitis. So they operated. He was in a lot of pain. Lots of pain, so much pain he couldn’t call me for several days. Then he recuperated enough Read More →

I am not a car person. I will never be able to drive, so I have always wanted my best friend Paul to get the car of his dreams. He said he wanted a convertible, classy, awesome. I could imagine me riding around in that. He said he wanted low gas mileage. Even better then Read More →