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| Mathew Feist | ||||||||||
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| I would have to call Matt my best friend. What sucks though is that he's out of town, and I do not know when he'll be coming back. Me and him became buds my eighth grade year. He told me he saw how I always "Got the chicks," and so he wanted me to be his friend and give him tips. So I did. Sometimes they went well, sometimes they didn't. But I got to know him real well, and things went well from then on. There was a time were we weren't friends, and at one time he ruined mine and Sonya's relationship. But he got over that. What is also unusual about us is that I took the girls he liked and he took the girls I use to like. It is very odd. Oh well. Me and him would hang, and I'd always be at his house whenever we would be bored or depressed, and it was fun sitting out in the Jimmy and calling girls up. September 17-19 he came back from Parkston, where he is staying. I got to spend the weekend with him, so it ruled; pretty sad when he had to leave though. I miss this kid a lot. If we were on Top Gun, he'd be Maverick and I'd be Goose. So this is for you man: "I feel the need; the need for speed! Ow!!!" Maverick (Matt): Control Tower this is Ghostrider requesting a fly-by over. Air Boss Johnson: Negative Ghostrider the pattern is full. Goose (Tom): No Mav! Don't do it! Maverick (Matt): Sorry Goose. But I think it's time to buzz the tower. (While Air Boss Johnson is drinking coffee, Maverick and Goose fly close by, and Johnson spills his hot coffee on his lap) Air Boss Johnson: (whispering madly) God-damn Son of a Bitch!!! |
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