flimshaw

one of my best friends who i've known most of my life is getting married the week after next. it sucks. the girl is no damn good for him. they started dating when she was 17 and he was 24. she needed a date to her junior prom and her mom suggested him. do not take this as representitive of normal kansans. the really fucked up thing is that he's dated her sister, who is like borderline retarded (i shit you not) who he met through their brother; who is his best friend. he's working his way down through this guy's sisters. he's dated two and tried to date another. sometimes i wonder if he wants to date the guy. seriously. i know that he loves him, which i'll readily admidt i love alot of my homies, but sometimes i wonder just how much my friend loves his soon-to-be brother in law.

so my buddy is moving, into his barely legal finacee's parent's house. ugh. they live in the middle of fucking nowhere kansas. beloit, ks. look it up, it's shit.

on one hand, i've got to stick by my friend. on the other, i don't want to see what's going to happen in 7 years when she is a different person at 25 than 18, like most every other human being.

and the worst part is that i'm in the wedding, a groomsman or whatever the fuck. and here is my outfit:
1. white button down shirt.
2. POWDER BLUE homemade SILK vest
3. white motherfucking pants. what the fuck? i'm no versache, and i know better than that

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