Brandon’s Car

Posted: February 27, 2011 in an outsiders perspective.

As I sit here on a small metal chair overlooking the wreckage that was once a 2000 Ford Taurus, I recall with a fond smile the tank of a vehicle I once had, and how it has fallen apart slowly over time into a sickly patient.  However, this is not a story of the decline of a car.  This is the story of a very dear friendship, the culmination of which has resulted in a friend of over 15 years scraping away at gasket residue on my old car.

This is a story of Brandon, B, Bran, Big B Drugs— and Rami, Ramstarr, Ramstur, Ramicles, Fubar.

I don’t remember when I first met Rami, honestly.  My earliest real memories are of he and I working on math together in Coach Shipman’s class in 8th grade.  But hell, I’ve known the guy since the earliest days of school.  Anyways, I digress.  So I recall some amazing, crazy memories from high school.  I remember those damn LEP classes that none of us really enjoyed.  I remember the “Great 8” in Miss Martin’s math classes, and how he, Jason, Brian, Francis, Ashley Watkins, Stephanie Bales, Chelsea, and I made such an amazing academic team.  Though I hated the bitches, those guys really were my “boys” and now that I look back on it, I couldn’t have imagined things would work out as wonderfully as they have.

I smile as I think about all of the great times.  Hours upon hours of soccer practice, even more hours of hacky sack, jammin’ out hardcore in the probe as he mean mugged random ladies on I-20.  I think Rami shot a baby with an airsoft gun once.  Things might have gotten a little out of hand here and there, I wont lie.  Rami was always one of my closest friends even then.  We would sit up late for hours talking on the phone.  I remember more than once watching the sun rise as he and I were just hanging up the phone from another long night of deep, meaningful talks about life, girls, family, whatever.  Those were great times, and he really helped me develop as a person.  I don’t think he realizes how much he helped shape who I am today, and I want to thank him deeply for this.

As we all know, no phase of life is permanent, so even though high school was outstanding, it was only 4 years, a short 4 years.

My first year of college was a trying one.  I had few friends, and though all of my closest buddies from high school were still there at UGA, I only really spent time with Jason, and even then because he was my room mate.  That year went by quickly, and I hate to say that I have very few memories from it.  However, Rami invited me to live with him the following year.  The decision to say yes changed my life yet again.

The next three years were a whirlwind of great times, great memories, and lessons that I could never do justice here on this computer.  I grew intellectually, emotionally, and spiritually.  Rami was very influential in all of this.  He brought me back out of my shell and back into the world of extroversion.  A world of happiness and joy.  All of this, coincidentally, culminated in the most epic party that I will ever have and ever hear about.  A massive 200 person rave that managed to bring all of my friends together and we all had the most incredible time together.  It is no coincidence that this happened to be a party celebrating the birth of my very dear friend.

College, again, came to an end after a very short three years.  This past year, I have had relatively little time to spend with anyone due to work and a general attempt to figure out what I want to do with my life.  However, today as I was sitting around my house with little to do, Rami called and asked if I would help him with his car.  I came up to Athens, more to see him than anything else, but now here we are.  We have a bumper scraped clean by sandpaper and a 2000 Ford Taurus.  The cars may be broken and in need of repair, but I know that I have a friendship that is too strong to break, so we continue to fix these material objects together and smile to one another knowing that nothing could break what we have… a friendship and connection far stronger than any metal, impenetrable to the rust of time, and ready for thousands upon thousands of more miles.  Together, always and forever.

This is Brandon Taylor, B, Lil’ Bran, Big B Drugs, and whatever else you care to call me… signing off.  Thanks for reading and letting me express how important this guy is to me.  He’s my best friend.  Now let’s go put some miles on this car.


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