Names were called out during P.E. class and Fatty always happens to be the last one to be picked. P.E. classes end up most of the times with girls talking to Fatty about other boys anyways. It was just another day for Fatty. Fatty has a weird way of growing up. Growing up with a overprotective grand-dad mostly taken care of by the fake people who suck up to his grand-dad was awesome. Fatty always gets what he wants but once he faced the real world, he wondered how it would be to have friends. Family moving around didn’t really help either. With the lack of real childhood friends and a social life, Fatty spent his early twenties with Playstation, a huge CD collection and writing diaries on black paper with gold ink. Life was just peachy.
The rebel was an outcast at school. Always in short of money and lacking close friends, the rebel lived through his high school days mostly on his own. If there was one thing he was proud of, it was his guitar. The rebel sees the world as an open space he could feel every inch of and has lived his past as a loner. His parents didn’t really have time for him but he couldn’t care less. He did not know when to be nice or how to be nice to others. He spoke his mind and lived his days like nothing matters and like tomorrow was going to end. Life was open.
The rebel and Fatty met as two losers would meet in a queue for cheap junk food. His dad touring with Fatty in Singapore, Fatty took the rebel out. To Fatty, the rebel was this brave kid who’s lived through life thoroughly and enjoyed every second of it by speaking his mind and lacking fear. To the rebel, Fatty lived life to his fullest with things he could’ve never owned and the amount of materials around him to just make everything right and perfect for his leisure. Fatty and the rebel became the best of friends and despite the fact that they’re losers, they found the ‘champ’ in each other and faced the world together as the closest friends they both have ever had.
I came back from Australia a year and a half ago and bounced back on hanging out with KP, working with KP and even gaining acceptance and newfound respect from KP, who had to be one of the last people to find out I’m gay. As we sipped our wine tonight, we talked about Fatty and the rebel. It’s funny how we were both once losers and I’ve lived a high life and he’s lived the low life and now I have to keep working for the money and he is living the life of a high profile popular punk band singer. I realized that KP IS the closest friend I’ve got and I’m glad he and I went through a lot with respect and support for each other.
To find it funny how this friendship was based on the exchange life of a fatty who wanted to face the world on its own with open hands and an open mind and a rebel who wanted to play Playstation at home, while writing a diary and buying CD’s to add to his collection, and look at us now!
The rebel was an outcast at school. Always in short of money and lacking close friends, the rebel lived through his high school days mostly on his own. If there was one thing he was proud of, it was his guitar. The rebel sees the world as an open space he could feel every inch of and has lived his past as a loner. His parents didn’t really have time for him but he couldn’t care less. He did not know when to be nice or how to be nice to others. He spoke his mind and lived his days like nothing matters and like tomorrow was going to end. Life was open.
The rebel and Fatty met as two losers would meet in a queue for cheap junk food. His dad touring with Fatty in Singapore, Fatty took the rebel out. To Fatty, the rebel was this brave kid who’s lived through life thoroughly and enjoyed every second of it by speaking his mind and lacking fear. To the rebel, Fatty lived life to his fullest with things he could’ve never owned and the amount of materials around him to just make everything right and perfect for his leisure. Fatty and the rebel became the best of friends and despite the fact that they’re losers, they found the ‘champ’ in each other and faced the world together as the closest friends they both have ever had.
I came back from Australia a year and a half ago and bounced back on hanging out with KP, working with KP and even gaining acceptance and newfound respect from KP, who had to be one of the last people to find out I’m gay. As we sipped our wine tonight, we talked about Fatty and the rebel. It’s funny how we were both once losers and I’ve lived a high life and he’s lived the low life and now I have to keep working for the money and he is living the life of a high profile popular punk band singer. I realized that KP IS the closest friend I’ve got and I’m glad he and I went through a lot with respect and support for each other.
To find it funny how this friendship was based on the exchange life of a fatty who wanted to face the world on its own with open hands and an open mind and a rebel who wanted to play Playstation at home, while writing a diary and buying CD’s to add to his collection, and look at us now!
Listening to: Massive Attack - Everywhen
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