Thats what friends are for

[Guest GodfallenPromos]

So, I know in my past, I had some really good friends see me at my very worst...and it it wasn't for soem of them, I don't know where I would be today.

This thread is about sharing a story about your friends...how they were there for you when you really needed them, and how (if) what they did shaped who you are today.

I'll start.

I have a very good friend of mine currently living in AZ. Some of you know him. His name is Dan, but everyone just calls him Deuce.

When I first met this cat, he wouldn't even shake my hand...completely blew me off. A couple years later, after he had done some traveling, we meet again with an old friend of both of ours. We instantly were like good friends.

Deuce ended up leaving for florida (tat artists have a habit of constant travel), and I was up here, going through some serious depression (break-up...out of work...personal family stress), and I ended up doing something I promised myself I would never do...I turned to drugs to make everything feel better.

Well...it got really bad...I didn't do anything serious..but I was so high everyday that I was stealing 6-7 bottles of liquor a DAY, just because all these people around me would find me "cool". One night...they got their hands on an eightball. Now, I had seen coke pass through the place before...but I never did it. This time...I was REALLY stoned and the peer pressure was turned up hard. Now...I've always been the type to SET the tone...never follow it.

I still didn't try it that night...but had it in my mind that I would soon...and that scared part of me.

so I called him...like at 12 at night....(he knows if I leave a message calling him "Dan", he needs to call me right back..which he did). I know he had done coke in the past...so I asked him if it was worth it...and after admitting to me that it was fun at first...no-one ever needs it, and that he would loose alot of respect for me if I EVER did coke.

so...to this day...I never have...and I doubt I ever will. Hell...there are only 2 people in this state that I will even smoke with, and they can testify that I do that only on a rare basis.

There is a part of my that idolizes Deuce: he is a talented artist, he gets to travel, he is always decently off, and he can go anywhere and end up alright. We're about the same age...I think like 6 months apart..and every time i feel like giving up...I know that Deuce wouldn't....it's part of what keeps me going. He is my best friend, and if I ever get married, he WILL be the best man...even if I have to hogtie him.

ok...NEXT!!!!