His name is Jake. He is about five foot ten, tan, chubby, and a long haired Californian. We met in sixth grade, in which we were both percussionist. I remember back then, we would make fun of him for various things including, the jeans he wore and the stupid things he would do to gain attention. Some how I still can’t fathom how we ever became friends do to the mean things I called him. Although I made fun of him a lot, we became best friends, all through school we have been friends. All the way from sixth to tenth. However through the years we have had a number of arguments, pretty much everyday we argue,now mostly about small things. This is why I truly don’t understand why we are friends, due to all of the arguing. People ask all the time whether we are friends or not, I just say yes and they look at me in disbelieve. Although we argue a lot we are also very close friends. We talk about everything with each other and we usually do a lot of things together. One other reason why I don’t believe we could be friends is the fact that he is a very evil person, even if you were to ask him he would flat out tell you that he is a menace to society. When we walked into pet co once he stated “hey walker don’t you just want to kill everything in the store.”I thought of him as being a sociopath, knowing he was joking though, I began to laugh. Although we argue a lot, are friendship is really strong and it would take a lot more than arguing to break it.