Crazy Carl
The boy is rowdy. What else can I say? Carl is one of those guys that are great to be around--for about 5 minutes. He's got so much energy that I think he drains it from the people around him.
He's always got another thing. One day, he's playing guitar, the next, he snuck onto the soccer team [i don't know how that's possible], he's a cheerleader, then he's a computer nerd, then he's playing the guitar ALL NIGHT LONG.
Whew.
We have the running joke that we are the 2 smartest men alive, because we always argue about who is right. Actually, he is one of the smartest fools I know.
He's been running across campus in the snow in his boxers. He's got a band set up in his dorm lobby--guitars, drumset, you name it. He's got this pick-up truck that I think he kickstarts like a motorcycle or something...
Carl is a good friend. One time we were all messing around playing football, and on one of the last plays before dinner, this guy crunched my ankle. I thought I had a wicked sprain. Everyone else left as I was hobbling off the field toward the cafeteria. Carl stayed with me and help me walk back. It turned out that my leg was broken. If he wouldn't have stayed with me. I'd probably still be out there... *cricket chirps*
I guess that God has a reason for making people like Carl. I think it is so that we have someone that we can stay up until 5AM playing monopoly with, or maybe someone who will drive you around while your leg is broke just so that he can have someone to talk at.
You know I love you, Carl. YUTES!
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