JOSH
jowed is white.
i met jowed in the middle of my junior year.  we sat next to eachother in international problems.  every morning he would flip me off to say good morning.  i thought he was weird because i barely knew him.  who does that, anyway?
we used to be really close friends.  we always had a lot of fun when we hung out together.  sometimes he even let me sing in the car... but not very often
we hung out a lot over the summer.  people always thought we were together.  they were wrong.
i went to kennewick with him in my truck so that we could pick up his quad.  he took me for a ride on it and i thought i was going to die.
i got pulled over driving his car once.  i was going 39 in a 25.  i was  in west richland. i still didn't get a ticket.  the cop really liked me.
jo and i don't really talk anymore.  it's a sad situation.  it's also my fault, so i guess i can't complain.  i miss him.  i used to talk to him every single night before i went to bed.  now i have to just talk to sponge bob.
he works at radio shack.  he gets mad when i spell his name j-o.  "it's j-o-e... with an e, okay?"
we went to some sweet concerts this summer.   at the eminem concert the people next to us randomly bought us beer.  you have to love the 40 year-old eminem fans.  especially the ones with the mullets.
jowed has a lot of parties at his house.  i'm probably the only person who ever told him not to.  it's okay.  he never listened anyway.
jowed wrote me a song.  i love it.  i listen to it all the time and it makes me smile. 
i miss jo a lot.  he's a pretty cool fella.  we have matching rings from the 25 cent machine at safeway.
i still wear mine everyday.
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