It was my sister's godson, Carlos, and his cousin Manny. Last I saw them, it was at his eighth-year birthday party. I must've been eleven. It was cool, we were practically cousins, even though technically I think I'm his goduncle.

I don't really know why we fell out of touch, things sort of went along of their own accord. I guess it's when you're young, distance is a very large factor in your relationships.

When I was very young, my best friend was this boy down the block named Ricky. We had our own little gang consisting of me, Ricky, our friends Shasta, Meghan, and Ricky's older sister Candace. We were a ver tight knit group.

Until Ricky and his sister moved away that is. Well we called each other once or twice, but the phone was still a very foreign thing to me at six and a half years of age. Then Shasta moved away. Then Meghan moved away.

They all left. I was the last one in the neighborhood. I sort of fell into a depression then, I gained a lot of weight and never really lost it. I sort of retreated into books and video games then, reading rather than socializing.

I further ostracized myself when I was promoted in grade school for my high scores, and apparent boredom in second grade (I slept in class a lot, and aced all the tests). My grammar school wasn't particularly known for its brilliant students. My social life suffered even more.

Now I'm a complete socialite. Moreso I believe I'm afraid of losing people.

So, Carlos and Manny came to see me on Sunday, and we haven't spent a day apart since.

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