Growing up in the city of Iowa city IA was pretty easy. Everyone was so polite and nice you would think everyone is your friend. But not really I guess you can say there not all meaningful friends but good memories of people.
It wasn’t until I got in the Marine Corps where I actually knew what friendship actually was. While my time in the shit whole called twentynine palms MCAGCC I got to meet some people that I will always miss for ever, well maybe 2.
My first actual friend was a man that refer to him as Tony Stark. He was the kind of friend that I could sit down with and shit faced drunk every day. But our friend ship wasnr always based on drink and getting blackout drunk it was to actually hang out and bitch about the marine corps together and all the bull shit going on in our lifes. i
But after my friend tony stark had left i ended up having a new friends and i called him melo yellow. he was a good friends we didnt really drink as much but we sure did have a few things in common we both had a few things in common like riding motorcycles and complaining when our wifes got mad at us. it was great having a friend. but ever since these two guys got out and went there own way and got out of the serivice i didnt really have much going on. it was just my and i against the world. not that there is anything wrong with that but it nice to have friends. it seems like it really hard to make a meaning full friends ship with people. humans now just seem plane out fake to me, you try to get to know them and you are just spinning around in circle with them trying to figure out there true intentions or if there even a good person. but whats what i really miss i my two friends that i made in the marine corps.
aljahlee 