Good Times & Pretty Women We Made Our Wives

      I had a dream my best friend was rollerblading in Home Depot. But it wasn't too weird because his dad worked at Lowe's. So I joined him; only with roller skates. I was really good at it. Then we joined in the skate party in the parking lot.
      I woke up missing my best friend.
      We met in diapers. Though I don't really remember that part. My first memory is after we graduated from babyhood; showing each other our superhero underwear in the nursery at church.  
      I remember the time we snuck out of my room in the middle of the night and wound up being chased by angry gun owners and a police helicopter (though most of our fear was dedicated to how my dad was going to react to us sneaking out). I still remember the many conversations about girls, God and life we had sitting on his roof. The times we pursued the Lord with all we had. The days we would watch Lost, the Office and Seinfeld for hours at a time. The time when he rushed me to the hospital when my whole body starting shutting down or when I picked him up from the ER after sticking his fingers in a hedge trimmer.

      I remember the one night sitting in Subway on Lake Boulevard, I told him, "I think Jenna is the girl I want to marry."
      "So this is it, huh?" he asked looking up from his sandwich.
      "This is it, man."
      And I remember the phone call from Phoenix when he said of Wendy, "I want to marry this girl so bad."
      Now we are officially grown ups with wives that we are crazy about and jobs that pay the bills. We live a thousand miles away from each other and we have lives that require the majority of our time. But in the middle of it all, we get to have skate parties at Home Depot. Good times.
     Miss ya, Mike.