It’s that midweek feature that turns one blogger’s treasure into The Nest’s trash. Let’s get our thumb and forefinger poised to flick the game board’s cheap plastic spinner for another exciting edition of Random Image Inspiration! Here is the latest batch of numbers fresh from the Randomator’s easy bake oven…
44, 18, 65, 34
The 44th post in my Reader was this one by Biker, Books and Yarn (Her third RII appearance despite infrequent posts. Take that River Girl!)
The 18th word in that post is “let”
The 65th word in that post is “tell”
Normally, when I come across an “image” that is just text, I skip it and pick the next one. But this one was pretty blunt (And I don’t mean that in a Fuzzywig kind of way)…
Putting “let tell” into Google Images brought this up as the 34th result…
Well, OK. Who needs to find inspiration when the image pretty much tells you what to post?
As someone who adapted to the life of a loner early on, and has since grown to embrace it, friends aren’t really something I can claim to have. Sure, I have people I know… mostly at work, but they’re not people I hang around with outside of the job. Of course, there’s a lot of people I know online as well… but cyber-friendship has its real life limits. No, Evil Squirrel doesn’t have any friends… and certainly not one he would call a best friend.
Peel back the years to before high school, and you would find that even my pathetic socially retarded ass had a friend. A BEST friend. A friend who, for a few years, I spent more time with than the rest of my family. His name was Shawn. The 80’s were riddled with boys named Shawn, or Shaun, or Sean…. it was a fad name that had a billion different spellings. The late 20th century male equivalent of Amy. For much of the late 80’s, me and Shawn were besties.
Shawn was in my grade school class and lived about four blocks from my house. Since texting wasn’t exactly a concept in 1987, that meant I had to do a lot of walking or bike riding back and forth from his house. That was nothing for us kids from the 80’s… we walked and biked all over town rather than sit on our asses and play with our phones. We played many a one on one game of whiffle ball in his back yard (And only broke one neighbor’s window by using a tennis ball), annoyed his older brother Todd (Every Todd I’ve known in life has been a major jackass), and…… well, sat on our asses and played a bunch of Nintendo games on the still relatively new NES system. Fun times!
While I am the oldest of five kids, Shawn was the youngest of seven. Because of this quirk, his mom was damned near as old as my grandparents… which I always thought was weird. But she was older, wiser, and knew how to lay down the law… thinking nothing of backhanding both me and Todd when we got in a scuffle once. Yeah, the good old days when you could even physically discipline other people’s kids when they acted like assholes and not end up in jail!
During the summer vacations of 1987 and 1988, I swear I spent more time at Shawn’s house than I did my own, often staying the night. I’m sure my parents and especially my sisters appreciated my absence. But all good things must come to an end, and so it did for my best friendship with Shawn. He dropped by my house one day in April of 1989 and had me search my upstairs room for a certain baseball card with a printing error that he found out made it more valuable.
While I was looking through my baseball card stash, apparently Shawn was busy looking through my Dad’s much more valuable baseball card stash and getting sticky fingers. It took a few days for my Dad to notice some of his cards were missing, but it didn’t take long after that to figure out who had done it… and it didn’t take the CSI team to get Shawn to break down and confess his crime once the matter was in police hands. Dad got his cards back, and I don’t think I ever spoke to Shawn again. I completely lost track of him once we both entered high school the following Fall.
So there you have it. Even I once had a BFF, even if he turned out to be a petty criminal (who was later suspected of burning down our elementary school after it closed down in ’89). And thanks to the Randomator, now you know about him…