Best friend = Jeff Brown (He's brown and it's his last name, not black! Or anyways, that's what he says.) But the confused kind of black, err I mean brown because he thinks he's a ninja, he skateboards, he plays Magic the Gathering, too many video games, doesn't like to drink unless it's like...margaritas and wine coolers and...oh yeah, he spent the first 10 years of his life living in Japan Because of his dad being a peon for the military. Also note, he does not utilize cigarettes or any type of recreational drugs. So, I am playing Brink with Jeff a few days ago, and it's like 10pm. He randomly asks me, "Hey, you want to go up to the Guard Tower tonight?" To which I reply, "Why, don't they close at 12?" Him, "Yeah, but New Phyrexia comes out, and I wanted to buy a box." Me, "I guess, I'm kind of broke right now, so I'll just tag along or whatever, kind of hungry right now though." Him, "Well, what if I pick up some White Castle on the way home then?" Me, "I'm not buying, deal!" So we go to the hobby store/card shop, wait in line, he buys a box of the new set of trading cards that we've played on and off since we were like, unaware of each other's existance, and we grab some white castle. Get back to his place (he lives about a 2 minute walk from my apartment in the same complex) and he just literally opens the box, and sits roughly half the packs of cards from the box in front of me. "Happy Birthday," he says. Seriously, this is my best friend, and since we turned 16, I was the one driving us everywhere, picking him up/dropping him off places, PSH yeah I'm taking freebies. "What's this for?" I inquire. "Well, I need somebody to play Magic with don't I? And if nobody else keeps updating their decks, nobody will play anymore, so I just figured you could have some of the cards for going out tonight with me." (Note: a new box of MtG cards will run you roughly $107 from a good shop.) So we open the cards and eat some new cheddar & bacon sliders (God's newest gift to humanity)drink a few beers, talk about cards, and now it's 2am. I then tell Jeff, "Hey, I think I'm gonna go home, and jump on Brink." Jeff, "Alright, I'll be on, just message me when you get in and are ready to jump in." Me, but only inside my head, "So...why did we just stop playing Brink, to go to the store, where you would spend over $107, plus feeding me on your tab, then get to your house, talk about cards for maybe 20 minutes, just to return to what we were doing in the first place, i.e. not playing MtG?" Sometimes things are meant to be ironic, I feel that this is all of those times. Also, did not proofread anything, so, deal with it ; )
