More than a brother, less than a Lover

He’s always there for me, both figuratively and literally.

We spend days together doing nonsense and driving into new adventures.

Those ridiculous drives are like aspirin to a hard on headache.

Being with him relieves stress.

We have a routine every Sunday.

I pick him up early in the morning,

We drive to Newton, radio blasting,

Listening to his favorite song “I’m Sexy and I know it”,

We pull into Wal-Mart and shop for cheap useless objects,

Not to mention playing with the toys,

We end that stop with a trip to the interior dunkin donuts.

We both get a koolata, his large, mine small.

After exiting Newton we head to the park for some daily exercise.

Usually playing tennis or running.

If the day is stuck in a down pour of a little H2O, then we go back to his place for a movie or video games.

This is only on normal occasions.

In between it all we talk about our relationships, whether we are talking about family or the opposite sex.

 We’ve never kissed or have done anything like that.

This is the good, because that is not how our relationship works.

We’ve hugged and cuddled and have even fallen asleep in each other’s harms.

But that’s where it ends because I love him.

More than a brother and less than a lover.

Tattoos, Chains, and Skater Hat

             He walks to Starbucks for the third time today for a single chocolate donut and a large cup of coffee. Why? Because he can. He can do whatever he wants. Skip school, get an awesome tattoo, steal, cheat, and just about anything else. He’s 18 and can now legally be an adult. So what he’s senior in school. Doesn’t mean he has to actually go to school.

            Who is this guy? Obviously it is Seth Diez. He walks with his pants way past his bottom, the cuffs drag on the street. These worn-out cuffs lay on the bright neon sneakers that cost him only a run in the mall. The dark jeans are weighed down by the long silver chains hooked through his pants. The pants have about forty bucks in the pockets, along with a cigarette pack which he got with the 5 finger discount. No phone, who needs people to call him and tell him to do things? If they really needed to talk to him they could just come and see him. Next is the extra large T-shirt that is the naturally black and blue, some rips, and makes his lean body look twice as big. Nothing on his wrists, who needs a watch? He doesn’t need to be somewhere at a specific time. His long dark hair is matted down by his dark blue skater hat. His one and only charming feature is his emerald green eyes, they draw in girls who think that there is good in him. That is until they spend time with him.

            He’s that guy on the street that everyone ignores because he ignores them. They all know he is as low as the dirt beneath their feet. Even as a toddler he made problems that were unwanted. He drew on the walls, screamed in public, and occasionally ran away. Maybe some one should have taught him to behave. Or look for him when he left without a trace. Or maybe he wasn’t supposed to be born. But he’s another addition to the population unfortunately. That mosquito in your ear