once upon a time, i had this friend named quinton. we spent a great deal of time together and grew to be very close. then one day, a boy named jordan came into the picture. let's just say that quinton wasn't very happy about this. at first, quinton's anger was directed towards jordan. but, as the two of them have gotten over their differences and become friends, it seems that i have become the target towards which quinton's anger is focused. and that fact does not make me smile. especially when i am stranded in the middle school parking lot at 11 pm with a dead car and a dead phone.

i want my friend back, jordan.


You are wonderful.