Jason

Jason.  What can I say about him?  He became my best friend during, probably, my sophomore year.  (His freshman.)  We met in Gym, thanks to Chuck, and we became fast friends.  He sang in Ensemble Night that year, too.  I remember talking to him on the phone that day, and him admitting to me he was nervous. Then, we got off the phone for some reason, and I decided I wanted to boost his confidence, so I got on, I believe it was my roillerblades, and I roller bladed over there.  We hung out, laughed, and that was the night that Jason’s screw up list was created.

Plus, I videotaped him singing that night.  I videotaped the entire first part of the Ensemble Night.  Something happened to the camera, and I couldn’t tape the second half.  Blah!  That sucked.  But anyway.  Jason couldn’t look at me the entire time he was singing.  Well, his eyes would flicker over occasionally, but each time, he looked like he was about to crack up.

Jason was always able to get to me.  He’s so secretive, and I didn’t know why back then.  Though, I really didn’t think of him as secretive until after that summer.  I did, however, think of him as my best friend.  He got me a Magic 8 ball for my birthday that year.  When I turned sixteen.  We had been talking about things we’d always wanted, but had never gotten.  And I mentioned that I’d always wanted a Magic 8 ball.  I still have the one he got me.  It’s on my bookshelf.

I don’t really know what to say about Jason, because everything I think of is peppered with bias.  He’s been with me, whether seen or not, through a lot of things, and I’ve done the same for him.

He’s secretive, as I’ve said.  He’s cryptic, he can annoy the heck out of a person, he’s an expert at not giving straight answers, and . . .

He’s someone I can trust more than just about anyone else.  And I believe he says the same about me.  I’ve grown to love seeing him, talking to him, etc.  He’s proven I can trust him.  He’s proven a lot of things to me over the years and taught me a great deal, too.  About him, myself, and about other things.

He told me once that if I needed someone to lean on, just look to him, and he’d be there.  We’d kept a notebook that we would write back and forth to one another in Brookdale in.  He’d written that as a pep talk/cheer up/what the heck are you thinking?! note.  It didn’t work then as well as I’m sure he was hoping, but in the long run it did work.

And I guess the only thing I have left to say is . . .
Jason, I’m looking.  I need to see you.  Please, tell me how to get to Kean.

–Notes–

He sounds like an awesome friend. I know the type. Dont ever let him go. Good luck with Kean.