Partner in crime

A beer, a pool table and the night is a blessed adventure through different lives that we came in contact with. A night exploring each other’s differences and pave the way for a comforting friendship.

It’s strange to meet someone you click with this late in life. Where people already have their niche of friends well established and a “best friend” like relationship is close to impossible to build. Those are created from living through events together. Whether it’s the ingenious idea to attack beehives with hockey sticks, or catching fishes with your bare hands in the seclusion of cool mountain streams, best friends are made through experiences.

Which explains the bewilderment I am feeling. We have completely different backgrounds, completely different tastes in music and a god vs buddihism gap in religion. There is only one thing in common and through that, everything else connects together. It’s best described in what we usually say to each other as a reply: “Great, let’s do it.”

Mark lack the inhibition in place to avoid the unknown. He’d try anything for the heck of it, something I find commonly in my self directed internal dialogues. Perhaps it’s not the amount of things that we have in common which drew us together, but rather the things that we have in common that affected our character the most. I understand myself more now with this new discovery. I’ve always know that the constancy of change is a part of me, just never considered how big of a deal it is until it is echoed back to me through a reflection.