Life with Brian
Brian and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember, although I wondered why from time to time. Sometimes he drove me nuts. He sometimes behaved really oafishly - or just insensitively - and he could be opinionated, too. Not that he didn’t have good reason to be. He was always one of the smartest k**s I knew, and he was captain of the football team when we were at high school. Brian was one of those good-looking golden boys for whom life always naturally came easy, smiling his way...