EPTIt all began back in the early years of high school. My best friend at the time was named Harazah (Jordanian decent, born and raised.) I befriended him when he moved to America and attended my high school. We took up playing star craft. We loved sc and would play practically everyday after school in the computer lab, it was basically like a LAN party everyday after school it was great. We would perfect our 2 gate proxy rushes against each other and spam our keys thinking we were top USA players with 300+ apm.
While we played in the lab there was this other kid who was always there. He was covered in pimples and extremely pale, almost albino, as if he had never felt a ray of sunlight before in his life. Sometimes we were afraid to turn on the light, as we were convinced he would hide under the desk and start scowling. He was your classic nerd. Always in the lab doing hw, wore suspenders, thick black glasses the whole shebang. His name was Ric.
I haven’t interacted much with Ric up until this point because he was in all AP classes as a freshman. But legend told that his parents were genius scientists and forced him to live up to their expectations by home schooling him his entire life up until high school. This is probably why he had no social skills whatsoever. People would call him Erkle, or Vagina face, as he had a face somehow resembling a distorted looking vagina. His most common aka was Ric the Dic or RTD for short. And here’s the kicker, RTD would ride a segway to school (no joke!) but he would try to act tough and would tell people he only rides it because his license got suspended for a DUI. People would just look at him and laugh.
One day RTD finished his thesis on bioneuralwhateverthefuckchemistry early pulled up a chair right behind me and WATCHED me right over my shoulder. I could feel his geeky presence surrounding me, the smell of his dreadful BO and his horrid Brussels sprout breath BREATHING on the back of neck. That was all I could take, I couldn’t concentrate my micro slipped up and I lost the game. I turned around and I’m like WTF you looking at geek? (I know this was horrible thing to do and I regret it). Anyways he just wanted to play with us. My friend Harazah was like no way lets get out of here. But I felt bad so I let him join us.
That one game of massive sunken walls, multiple spawning pools, and only 4 workers on minerals was all it took for RTD. He became a SC addict just like us. He began playing with us everyday after school instead of doing his projects. Although he sucked hardcore he was determined to learn the game in all its elements. Soon enough all his school notebooks were filled with build orders, macro and economic management, unit placements, and equations that he would study day in and day out.
Although Starcraft is often thought of as a nerdy game, it had the opposite effect on RTD. He became less of a nerd each day he played. He started dressing like a normal teenager (although he wore the same GUNDAM t-shirt almost everyday), his hygiene was still a bit of a problem but we were helping him. RTD’s studies began to take a plunge, His GPA dropped from a 4.5 to a 1.98(!!) all because of Starcraft.
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Fast Forward a few years. The 3 amigos, the 3 brothers, RTD, Harazah and I still played SC occasionally but we had all changed for the better. RTD was no longer bent on learning the physics of star craft. Harazah began to stagger out of the picture as his parents forced him to get a job and he began working 50 hours a week. So I was forced to spend more and more time alone with RTD. I would say we bonded quite well. He became practically my twin. He was no longer his nerdy old self. We did everything together and were there for each other in times of need. We shared our favorite pornos with each other and I shared my most personal and intimate details with RTD including the night I lost my virginity. RTD would share his intimate details as well, such as the time he built up the courage to ask the girl next to him to borrow a piece of paper in order to strike up a conversation with her. The girl promptly denied him the paper, as she saw he had an entire notebook full of paper opened on his desk! Ric was heartbroken. He ran out of class and into the bathroom where he hid for the remainder of the period, embarrassed as fuck. I was there to comfort him (not in the bathroom of course) but you know what I mean. Ill admit, RTD made me feel better about myself every time he fucked up, but I thought of him as no less of a friend because of this. He was my best friend, the friend I wanted as my best man when I marry.
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Fast forward to freshman year of college. A group of kids I knew one day decided to play a little trick on RTD. They invited him to a party, but the catch was, everybody at the party was GAY! They used a hot girl to go up to him and invite him. I knew the plan all along but it was too good to pass up so I didn’t say a word to RTD about it. This was the type of friendship we had, we did shit like this to each other all the time and would never let the other live it down. Of course he agreed to go. At the party he kept asking where all the girls were. The guys assured him, don’t worry they will come just drink for now. They got him REALLY fucking drunk. Once the gay guys started making their moves Ric freaked out. He was desperate to prove he was not gay. He went over to the one and only girl at the party, this HIDEOUS FAT chick and made out with her. This was his first kiss. He was so drunk he could hardly see straight, and little did he know, there were NO girls at this party. The fat chick was a fucking GUY!
The next day me and RTD had a nice laugh about his adventure that night. He wasn’t mad at me or anything he loved it. He hadn’t gotten drunk before and the whole experience to him was amazing. This was another turning point for him. RTD had gone from total geek to party major. He started getting into drugs, something that I’ve always stayed away from because its not my style. RTD would call me a pussy and say I’m a dork for not doing heavy shit with him.(oh the irony).
Eventually I noticed it happening.. RTD was hanging out with the potheads more and more. He stopped responding to my IM’s, my phone calls and my text messages. It was like I was just no longer good enough to be on his agenda. The only times he would actually talk to me was when he was drunk or high, and wouldn’t even remember our convo the next day. He would assure me time to time when we did actually take that we were still the best of friends. But I knew something was wrong.
A few weeks later my good friend Harazah died of cancer (that no one knew he had) RIP. Guess who the one person was to not attend his funeral. RTD. That was it. I was outraged. I couldn’t even get a hold of him. When I got home I checked online. Here was his away message “PARTAY!! THEN GETTING ME SUM MILF PUSSAYY!” That bitch. I talked to him and I expressed my feelings how I felt like he has deserted us for his new life. This was his response.
RTD (12:42:06 AM): not to be mean but
RTD (12:42:17 AM): we only know our past selves
RTD(12:42:23 AM): of each other
RTD (12:44:20 AM): and u gotta learn people change from what you once knew to someone else.
RTD (12:55:33 AM): but these days, we hardly have nething to do with eachother, ive foudn other people to confide in
ME (12:56:54 AM):u know wut i liked best about you...whenever i was having a horrible shitty day no matter how bad it was i could still crack a smile cuz i know i always had ric to go home and rant to and just turn it into big joke or u do something 10x more retarded then me and i feel better. and now i dont even have that. and i know the only reason u acting this way is cuz ur under the influence but thats the only ric i know now so thats what you are to me now. so fuck you, go confide in your real friends they gut 10x more storage capacity than me for ur bs neways.
RTD (1:02:29 AM):know how sometimes you read TL and think, "LOL frkn losers" welll way u talking these days is how i feel about u, its like you got no soul only think about old days ... like you only liked me when i was a loser so you could laugh at me to feel better bout yourself. sorry that times have changed. its like you only want friends if they are worse than you that you can look down upon to feel better.
When he said this I realized it was over. And I realized he was right. Even though he was drunk he makes valid points about how people do change and how I need to look down upon my friends to make myself feel better. I am sad because I lost my best friend, but I also learned a lot about my own flaws in the process. The people who you think are always going to be there for you might not be, and that’s why you shouldn’t take anything for granted. Thank you for reading.
*pic of RTD in his drunken state*
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