It's been a few days since I have seen Ron, and I think it a few more months before we meet again. Like that crazy best friend we all had growing up, he reappears out of nowhere, and it is as if we never missed a beat. Ron's not so bad, and he has a way worse reputation than he should. I mean, there are plenty others that are just like him, but since they present themselves a little better, they don't have the stigma that Ron carries.
It was a few months ago that I ran into Ron again. We hung out on weekends, but he grew on me like he always has, and we were hanging out more frequently as the months went on. It's pretty obvious when he is around, as my friends surely notice and say "Tommyboy isn't answering his phone... Ron must be back in town," and "he hasn't come out in a month, he must be choosing Ron over us again...."
There's only so much time that one can hang out with Ron before getting sick of him, and there is only a few people that you can introduce him to. It's kind of odd that Ron hangs out with me these days, because after all, he is a very accomplished older man, and is well traveled. He's been all over the world, and hung out with all different crowds. He recently moved to the suburbs, which is how we met. His cousin Oscar had become pretty popular around these ways, so it was only natural that I started hanging out with Ron, since the two are very similar, yet Ron is around to hang out more often.
It's a relief to take a break from hanging out with Ron. I always get a little sick after partying with him for a while, but I welcome the sickness as a means of symbolizing change. Promise of a better day, promise of a new tomorrow, when all the restrictions that have been put on me by Ron are suddenly lifted, and I can live free again. The problem is, living free from Ron is only so good when you long for the day that you can hang out again. You know some people that still see him, so he's never more than a phone call or two away, but it's sometimes best to keep that door shut for as long as possible before reopening it.
So here I sit during the bittersweet farewell to Ron. It's the same as anybodies farewell to that crazy friend they had while growing up, or in college. Your family and friends can only stand him so much before they tell you that you have to stop seeing him or they will stop talking to you.
Well Ron, we had a good run but it's time we part ways. Hopefully I will use this time apart to make even more money to blow with you when we meet again. Tis the ebb and tide of our relationship after all. Oh, and one more thing. Next time we hang out, try not to burn such holes in my pockets! A mans gotta eat, ya know.
It was a few months ago that I ran into Ron again. We hung out on weekends, but he grew on me like he always has, and we were hanging out more frequently as the months went on. It's pretty obvious when he is around, as my friends surely notice and say "Tommyboy isn't answering his phone... Ron must be back in town," and "he hasn't come out in a month, he must be choosing Ron over us again...."
There's only so much time that one can hang out with Ron before getting sick of him, and there is only a few people that you can introduce him to. It's kind of odd that Ron hangs out with me these days, because after all, he is a very accomplished older man, and is well traveled. He's been all over the world, and hung out with all different crowds. He recently moved to the suburbs, which is how we met. His cousin Oscar had become pretty popular around these ways, so it was only natural that I started hanging out with Ron, since the two are very similar, yet Ron is around to hang out more often.
It's a relief to take a break from hanging out with Ron. I always get a little sick after partying with him for a while, but I welcome the sickness as a means of symbolizing change. Promise of a better day, promise of a new tomorrow, when all the restrictions that have been put on me by Ron are suddenly lifted, and I can live free again. The problem is, living free from Ron is only so good when you long for the day that you can hang out again. You know some people that still see him, so he's never more than a phone call or two away, but it's sometimes best to keep that door shut for as long as possible before reopening it.
So here I sit during the bittersweet farewell to Ron. It's the same as anybodies farewell to that crazy friend they had while growing up, or in college. Your family and friends can only stand him so much before they tell you that you have to stop seeing him or they will stop talking to you.
Well Ron, we had a good run but it's time we part ways. Hopefully I will use this time apart to make even more money to blow with you when we meet again. Tis the ebb and tide of our relationship after all. Oh, and one more thing. Next time we hang out, try not to burn such holes in my pockets! A mans gotta eat, ya know.
