My three musketeers. A scholar, a musician, and a politician. We were all in third grade together, and even when we were just seven years old, I knew that these guys were different.
The Scholar- genius. Absolutely brilliant mind stuck in a young body. I've admired him for years and think the world of him. He's talented, idealistic, and steadfast. It takes a lot for someone to be named one of (ivy league university)'s most promising students in years. The biggest compliment I've ever received in my life came from him. He said he considered me an equal.
The Musician. He was by far the strangest one when we were kids. While the rest of us were learning about capitalizing proper nouns, he was reading a new Stephen King novel under his desk every three days. This made him an incredibly advanced writer and a super creepy little kid. He started on violin as soon as he was able to hold one. Now he's in the big apple preparing for his Juilliard audition while he maintains his day job (film-making) and his night job (drummer in a rock band).
The Politician. Mr. All American Eagle Scout Ivy League Super Nice Guy with presidential candidates in the family. He also has the memory of an elephant. I was always doodling and designing dresses in third grade. On graduation night he asked me if I was planning on going into design because he remembered that little tidbit for 10 years.
I love these kids more than I can say. We're not exactly friends, but we share major life events and keep up with each other. They always make me feel grounded when shit hits the fan. The musician always seems to know when I'm in trouble. Any time there's a hurricane or natural disaster, he sends me a random message, checks on me for a few days, and then disappears again. He randomly e-mailed me two days before my dad died. The scholar has been checking on me lately too. He's not a fan of emotions, so he's been super cautious about it, but he's been checking in with me to make sure I'm ok.
18 years and counting. These guys make me feel like I'm home.
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