Story time, y’all:
The best thing I ever did for a friend was for this boy that I have loved for 14 years now, he is my best friend in the entire universe and I will always come running when he calls.
And so, he called. It was 3 am on a Friday morning and we were 17. He had been living out of state with his mom. I pick up and I’m half asleep and all he said was, “I need you to come get me, I can’t stay here.”
So I jump out of bed. Got in my car, and drove to another friend’s house, who I knew left her back door open just in case someone needed to stay. I run into her house and up the stairs and shake her until she wakes up, at which point I tell her what’s going on. She hands me her keys, because she is an angel and my car was really unreliable, and then I speed off into the distance.
He lived like 8.5 hours away, but this is my best friend in the world, and he needed me. So 17 year old me, who just got my license and by no means should have been driving 8.5 hours, completely alone… I get on the turnpike and head west.
Sometime around 9am, my mom calls and asks me where I went. I explain. She just kind of brushes it all off and says she’ll see me later (like… okay thanks mom). But she loves this ridiculous boy like he’s one of her own kids, and so I keep going.
At this point in my life, I hadn’t really ever gone anywhere on my own, especially with such little planning. This felt important though, so I’m driving and driving. Pennsylvania is a pretty wide state, if you’ve never driven across it before. I hadn’t ever gone west, really, just south and north. 9 hours later, because you know my 17 year old self got lost somehow and ended up on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, I pull up to his mom’s house, which I never seen, and I muster up all my bravery because I am effectively coming to rescue my best friend from what I believe to be a bad situation, and I knock on the door.
His mom answers, and I swear to god, she is less than 5 feet tall and smiles at me like I am about to hand her a million dollar check. We’d never met. She asks if she can help me in her really sweet way, and now I’m confused - what is going on? Why does my friend need me? Anyway, I say I’m looking for B, and she just sort of smiles again and lets me in. Small house, cute. I find out that B is living with a bunch of his half-siblings, who he barely knows and I’ve never met before. His room is almost a hallway, because there isn’t enough space for him and I expect him to be upset and packed and ready to leave, but mostly, he looks BAFFLED to see me.
"Al," he says, "what are you doing here?"
And this is the story of how I drove 9 hours to pick up a friend who apparently a) did not need rescuing and b) was not expecting me to come get him, but he called and I came. I guess he had just had a bad night, but he barely remembered calling me. His mom made me Thai food, and told us to be careful - because I wasn’t going home without him - and then I kidnapped him back to Philadelphia for a week.
I guess the moral of this story is “don’t ever call me in the middle if the night because I will come rescue your ass even if you don’t need it.”
We use language in various forms from the moment we’re born until the moment we die. To pretend or argue that it has no power, that it can’t be used to marginalize and oppress, that it can’t be violent, that it can’t be used to murder, is either immensely disingenuous, or completely naive.
I, for one, can’t wait for the destruction of traditional family values
Like the absolute star student I am, I left my house with literally none of my school stuff today, drive all the way there, and now I have no books.
fissionerror I am not disputing that! I don’t have any issues with the dude himself but I’m gonna go ahead and say that even you don’t want a Spanish Wesley invading your new favorite tv show.