Our last few days together consisted of a children's card game, Superman, and an online activist group known for less than legal activities. Our first few days together are long forgotten. For a pair of 18 year old males, two years is a long time to remember anything, let alone how they met.
I do remember how those final days started though- it was a text message. "Jim ru there", the message read, with his characteristically excellent spelling and grammar. "Im coming to pick u up lets go to the park or something bring your cards". I spent a few minutes trying to understand his systematic slaughter of the English language, then responded.
"Yeah, sure, I'll be ready."
Sid was a strange one. Out of all the guys at my high school, he was the one who was actually
civilized. Mature would be the wrong word. I mean, we were about to go to a park to play a card game that we had when we were in third grade.
But maybe that was what made us friends: zero judgment. No pressure. Just do what y