Day 3.5 – October 13/14, 2007
Bowl O’ Beans
Tonight Turner and I rekindled our friendship once more by enacting what we did three years prior, evolved. Still, after all this time separated, Turner sat down and played counter strike, just as he did years ago, and I sat on my bed playing the bass, contrary to how I used to play playstation 2.
On top of that, Turner’s neighbors Spencer came. Everyone calls him Spenis so I call him Spagina. Tonight we realized that we were true friends. It’s rare that you create a sustainable relationship with a friend’s friend. Spencer and I just always got along, from me annoying his brother to us sneaking into Halloween a few weeks ago.
Spencer, new to my room, checked out my gimmicks and toys. He was taken by Gramps, and began to question me about it. I told him how fragile he had to be with it. I then went on to tell him the story of Gramps.
I went to Africa two years ago. When I was there, I constantly saved my money lest I see something that I want and I don’t have the money to get it. Throughout the whole trip, I scrapped and saved till finally, I met Gramps. He looked old, authentic, not a clearly recently made smooth textured giraffe made minutes prior. No, Gramps had an age to him. I was ready to pay all my saving for him. He ended up costing maybe $16, probably less. The only thing I bought in Africa, while everyone else was squabbling away their money, was this cheap little Gramps statue, and I couldn’t be happier.
To accent the old guy, I gave him a new dew upon my return home. I had found an orange spiked scrunchie at the end of session A and so I threw it in my medicine bag. For the rest of camp I always saw it but never really took any action towards it. We lived together, yet split apart, but come the end of camp, I couldn’t throw it away.
Spencer is definitely a friend. In fact, he helped open my eyes to why I love Gramps so much. If it weren’t for you questioning me about my wooden figurine I may never have known what that shared essence was between us.
