Craigums Me Boy
Well after Tim wrote some stuff about me and I wrote some stuff about Tim I started realizing how great it feels to just be written about. So I figured I would just start picking people and writing what I like about them. If I don't get to you. Don't throw a hissy!
I've known Craig since we were about 10 and we used to play some sort of retarded football in his backyard with a superball and only two people. It seemed like we spent our entire youth just making up great games so him and I could play. Let's see we made up drive way tennins, the hose game, some crazy golf ball game, kick the can of gasoline game. All these were a great foundation of innocence.
I guess much like Tim I can't really write every story we have ever had but there have been enough to keep me busy for quite a few hours of writing and will keep him and I busy talking well into our forties often embarrasing our offsrping. But, I'll tell two real quick, one bad, and one overview of good.
The bad one happened when we were just reaching early adulthood and Craig had started high school and I was still in middle school. He attended the high school I was destined to attend but until I got there I was treated as an underling by both him and Dan. But, one day in the snow I was made aware of where I stood when I tried to challenge Craig in front of his house in front of Dan and some other kid who was his neighbor. We were playing the "woods" game (such original names we had). and I said something or did something and tackled Craig and he kicked me in the face and then we rolled around and anounced our hatred for each other. This was the only time we ever fought and I don't evn remember why we fought. I think it was a minor age thing middle school/high school gap thing. That is really the only bad story I have to tell about Craig. I think the nager lasted maybe 30 minutes and then we went and played the game. We have never really had a fight afetr that. Sometimes I chew him out about for being a 9-5 guy, but he's coming around so I lay off of that. And I told him to stop being a slob in college but he turned out ok despite my advice.
Wow a good story huh, there are too many good ones, so I won't describe just one incident. I will however just give you and overview. He may be the only person I can drive around with in a car and we can play our bad awful Oasis music, sing real loud, smoke cigarettes, and drink beer with the windows down
in the middle of winter and not think twice about what else there is that we might be missing because this is almost as good as it gets. There was nobody else I shared the joys of youth outside of the sports arena with besides Craig. He is one of the few people I would call if I had a serious problem, and he is also one of the few people I would trust with anything I had or would give him anything I could. Although this all sounds like an odd cliche, it is true and he knows it.
Often I get upset at Craig because he chose some crazy 9-5 life because he felt guilty for his parents and the people who sacrificed to put him on a path. They sent him off to college and never let him forget that they suffered to watch him achieve. A path that I still don't understand and I have a bold premonition that it will change. But, none-the-less he is on the path and seems to be living, however well he is living, I can't say but I know it's of no current dream like state. Civil engineering can be exciting, but well shit it ain't James Bond. But now he wants a way out. Hopefully, him and I can find it together and we can help each other reach peace and leisure like we had when we were spending those summers making up crazy games.