I have known this kid for like 20 years now. No shit 20 years. I guess 19 but I'm rounding up to 20. He's prevalent in my little get together of poems, especially the Chapel Hill (my elementary school)years. His name is Nick Hammonds and he is one of the most wondeful people I have ever known.
A definition of a friend according to dicitonary.com is (well shit there are a lot of them) but ". One who entertains for another such sentiments of esteem, respect, and affection that he seeks his society aud welfare; a wellwisher; an intimate associate; sometimes, an attendant." I hold these true when it comes to Niles. He has the uncanny ability to only share good and positive things with people and is this weird kind of magnet for me and all my other friends. I am almost positive that my friend would not be as close had we not all sought to be friends with Nick. The hub of one of my circles and the carrier of ambition wrapped in inner peace. If I were to define him as a friend I would put it as, "A kind relationship with one who embodies all the good things you respect about the world while seperating the relationship from anything superficial."
You know I bet 30 people could write the same things about Nick and 30 people probably consider him an exceptionally close and dear friend. I don't think I ever told him these things because well shit I've known him since I was 5 and there was never a need to define my friendship. And I'm sure we all have the different and possibly the same crazy stories about the kid. He's like a mascot for friends around the world.
I'm not even sure if he reads these because he works behind the walls of the MBNA militia. This is maybe the only thing that I have to pick on old "Grease" about, the fact that he works in a place run by credit card interest (i.e. evil). "The Shark" seems to enjoy his job though and with due right, he works damn hard and deserves the wonderful life ahead of him.
It's kind of weird to talk about my highschool/baseball and secondary highschool friends (which are just as wondeful: like Watts) because we spend more time making fun of each other and being down right mean and assholish than we do sharing love. I guess that's why I love them so much. Because the times when we do share love it makes it all seem so brilliant. It makes compliments and endearment special and very often hardly earned. Nick's not an easy guy to impress just like the rest of our ilk but when one of us do manage to receive a compliment well shit it feels like winning the superbowl. Like if a fight breaks out or something bad happens we all seem to find each other and give support and so many ways but I wish it would be like that more often. Anyway, I hope he reads this and knows that I love him and oddly enough he will always hold the tile of being my oldest friend and one of my best friends.
*I need to start structuring these better