I have known him for almost a year.  I have helped him move into three different places in that time, have watched him enter and end bad relationships, have been incredibly blessed by him, have laughed with him until my sides hurt, have been frustrated with him, have yelled at him once or twice, have held him as he cried, have held his daughter in my lap and fed her my breakfast and wiped her nose on my shirt tail. By any definition of the word, he is my friend. » Read the rest of this entry «