A few days ago we had a C.C. Question of the day. That
question was “if you could use one word how would you describe meeting your
friend”. If I could only use one word I would probably describe meeting May-May
as “magic”, “fate”, or “serendipity”.
(May-May and I after we finished up on our latest project)
Growing up I was kind of a shy kid and I really didn’t have
that many friends. There was one guy through named Austin and I was certain
that he was my best friend. Now my definition of a best friend is someone that
is there for you and supports you, and is someone that has your back in times
of crisis. Austin wasn’t that type of friend. We knew each other since our
first day of kindergarten and we had a lot of fun together as the years went
on. That is until we both started the 4th grade. Austin always
wanted to a football player but I didn’t. It was never one of my passions.
Well, 4th grade was when kids could start play flag football and of
course Austin signed up. Over the course of a few days he had made some new
friends and I kept to myself either writing in my journal or using my
imagination to make up some new games. One day I went to go to talk to Austin
and he acted as if we had never met before. He was with his new friends and
their opinions mattered more to him than mine did. Whenever we were alone
together, though, he would act like the normal Austin that I knew and
everything was fine. But if ever he saw any of his other friends approaching
he’d become distant and cold to me. After about a couple of weeks of this I had
had enough. I remember one of my classmates asking me if Austin and I weren’t
friends anyone because we hardly ever talked to one another. I shrugged and
said “I guess so”.
This continued on with the guy as we grew up. He always
cared about what others thought of him and shunned his real friends as if they
were secret shames that needed to be hidden from light of day. I never
understood why he acted like this. I tried to reconnect after high school.
Maybe all the peer pressure had vanished since graduation but I never really
spoke to him again.
Now around my sophomore year of high school I met a young 7th
grader. We went to the same church but we never really spoke to one another. He
was quiet for the most part and kept to himself. It wasn’t until we both went
to a church retreat that we actually spoke to one another. And what was the
first thing we discussed you ask? Horror movies. After that moment we were
inseparable.
May and I have had a lot of good memories together.
(Classic Halloween Whore-Face)
(re-hydrating after a couple of hours during a photo shoot)
And I know that we are going to have many more because he embodies what a true best friend is.
Now I want to leave you all with a little story of one of my
favorite memories with May-May.
(May-May winning Miss Horror-fest 2007)
This goes back to one of our first Halloween’s together.
Halloween is one of my favorite holiday’s and it was nice to know that May felt
this way too. To begin our adventure we went to the Spirit Store to shop around
for items to go with our costumes. There we found a few different things. (Pics
of Mason and me at Spirit). And we even scoped the place for local haunted
houses which are another favorite of mine. So we began our journey around town
till we found our haunted house. Fun fact, back in the day May-May was afraid
of going into haunted houses due to one of the actors grabbing him one year.
Me, on the other hand, I enjoy the fake monsters and their attempt to be scary
because it’s just cute and funny.
“You’re totally going to leave me behind.” May said as we
waited for our turn to walk through the maze.
“Why would I do that? You’re just being paranoid.”
“I just know you’re going to ditch me.”
“Oh, God, fine you big baby.” I took the sleeves of both of
our jackets and tied them into a knot. “There, now I couldn’t leave you even if
I wanted to. This seemed to satisfy my friend and we met our “guide” through
the haunted house. Our guide was man
with a rotted zombie mask and he wore a sheriff’s outfit with ten gallon hat.
This is Texas after all.
“Here take this rope so’s you don’t get lost.” He handed May and I a small piece of twine. We exchanged a skeptical glance at one another before our guide yelled. “GO ON
“Santa?!”
“Ho, ho, ho!” The big man in red jiggled. “Happy Halloween.”
May-May and I looked at each other again. Would Jack Skellington make an
appearance as well?
“You do know you’re in the wrong holiday, right?” I asked.
“I just wanted to give you boys an early Christmas present.
Ho, ho, ho!” He bellowed as he shoveled through boxes upon boxes. “Ho! Here it
is.” Santa started to dig through his bag as May and I watched amused.
Telepathically we were singing “What’s This” in our heads and wondering what
St. Nick was about to pop out of his sack. Severed heads? Snakes? A shotgun? But no all wrong. Santa pulled out
a candy cane chainsaw! He “ho, ho, ho”ed as he chased us towards the end of the
house.
Finally we had reached the final stretch before reaching the exit.
“Watch out for my brothers…” Our zombie cowboy guide said in
his thick southern drawl.
As we continued towards the exit we saw little grim reapers
throwing balls against a metal sheet. Wow, I thought, this is pretty
anticlimactic. But just before we cleared the exit that lead to the parking lot
our guide moan out something.
“Watch out for my big brother…”
We both stopped and look at one another. Big brother?
Suddenly a metal door burst opened just a few feet of us. We both stood there
unfazed. Slowly we walked towards the opened door. Peering inside I called out.
“Big brother?”
The sound of a chainsaw revving behind us made May jump and
run, dragging me behind him. Our zombie cowboy guide cackling as we staggered
through the exit. Me laughing my ass off and May-May running for dear life.
Well that’s it for this week. I’m looking forward to the next. Also tell me some of your favorite memories with your best friends.
Also you’re probably wondering what May-May I went for on
that Halloween. Well, here it is.
Yes Emo Kids! We were so nonconforming.
Till next time,
Love, Jay
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