The friends!
Mike
a.k.a. The Italian Stallion, Mikeybear, the B.I.T. (you don’t want to know)
Of course I’d write about Mike first. Mike’s my truest friend, partner in crime, holder of my highest trust and respect and, if our exploring party got stranded by an avalanche in a desolate cave for several weeks, he’d be the last guy I would eat when we inevitably resorted to cannibalism. He’s like my perfect complement, since we understand and make each other laugh in our own off-beat kind of way. Together we’ve manufactured our own little weird sense of humor, which is to say it’s illogical, immature, gross, and we’ll never, ever grow out of it. Which, of course, is why it’s perfect. Few girls or guys will be lucky enough in their lives to meet a guy as cool or nice as Mr. Michael Rossetti.
Hey, that wasn’t so hard to write! I’ll add more of my friends as my ice cream rush dies down.