Kent had no issues with any side of his personality. He was no ones fool and he lived by his own rules. He had an open book sort of nature about him. Randy could read this book by simply looking at him. His book was bewitching.
But they were friends, and that's all that there ever was. Yet, Randy had fallen in love with Kent, through the years. It was an evolutionary kind of friendship, trusted and true, best friends in crime, sometimes. But never lovers.
After three years, Randy offered Kent his love, after an all night camp out with several friends. They all shared ecstasy, marijuana and cigarettes. Randy remembered hearing and seeing epic stories around a dancing night fire, the earth pulsing, and him, confessing his love for Kent at dawn, over a smoking pile of ashes.
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