I had a friend named Jude.
I met him at a YMCA. I was around the age of 8 and I was there because my mom was doing exercises. There was a kid there, two or three years older than I was, and I guess we became friends. He was typically there every day I was there, and when he wasn't I would be sad and want to leave more than usual. But my mom and his mom became friends, and then we started meeting almost instinctively there.
We got "busted" by the guy who ran the ymca camp thing because we drew square boxes of yellow and brown coming from the butts of the coloring-sheet lions. The dude was a bitch about it, and my parents & jude agreed. So the next time we met up it was not at the Y, it was at his house. We hung out almost until midnight, playing Nerf in the woods behind his house late at night and telling horror stories.
This is what we did practically every time we saw each other until last year... when he moved.
He was the only friend I had.
