Do you remember what our poor little idiot was like, when we first met?

I can call him that now. Don’t tell him, but he used to scare me. He was twice as big as any of us and had a nasty temper, and he held onto it so tight that it kept spilling out, like lava. Or rot. There was that fight in the school parking lot, who knows what the reason was. It was three against one and three went home with stitches. Even the principal didn’t dare to say anything to him.

They do say guys like that feel like they need to compensate for something.

Unlike they figure out what it is they’re really missing. How deep and what shape that hole is. Then the urgency to make up for it falls by the wayside. And how the mighty fell.

Of course, we weren’t really friends until after he was all flattened out. Why did he follow us here?

Our poor stupid fool. He was never helpless, but it did always seem like he’d bring about his own doom sooner or later.

Although, we’re not doing so great ourselves. Maybe he knows something we don’t. And he’ll be the one to find the right person all for himself.

Ha!