Bryan and I have been friends for a really long time. From me beating him up on the school bus,  to rootin' in the tobacco fields. He probably knows me better than anyone. Always considered him my best friends, but it seems I always played second fiddle to other people. We have had a lot of good times.  I even liked busting my ass movin' shit in the barn or throwing hay, or even diggin post(you slave driving bastard). He is the truest cowboy I know, wears tight jeans, rides horses, a cowboy hat, ugly tassled boots. The works. But that is what makes Bryan, well, Bryan. Other than a few favorite activies we both enjoy, we are a lot different, I think that is what makes us such good frieneds. His girlfriends hates me, but that is ok,  Tara really likes him. Go figure.  I was really happy to see him on my short trip home, I was honestly doubting it, but it meant a lot when he came out for two nights. He doesnt drink, which makes him the best DD that money can buy(yes, you have to pay him). Hope to be partying at the lake house sometime soon, I really miss that.

Here you can see Bryan in my room having a sit down after a hard night of Mt. Dew drinking!! That is Worley standing up beside him.