My instinctive reaction was to drive the car straight into traffic. Just to end that misery and get the sleep I craved. On any other day the drive to my apartment would have taken five minutes; I did it in three. As I approached the medieval Iron Gate opposite Board Walk, I called Joshua to tell me the sad news. He was still asleep and I almost no longer had the courage to tell him the news in person. I skipped every step I could trying to get to the third floor. "Joshua! Wake up, we have 6 minutes, get up the hell!" He opens the door with the look of a defeated man. At that moment I know we had the same thought. “FUCK.” We ran back into the living room and found that Dave had already taken the car to Chic-fil-a. I waved towards Joshua's phone, my heart couldn't make that call "Hello, Mr. Brown" "Are you all here?" "No, we don't have a car." "Am I interested? You have 20 minutes." “But you live 3 miles away.” "Looks like you'd better run." We took a bike we had found in Strozier the week before, Joshua riding the handlebars for the first half mile and a half. My handlebar ride sucked, there are a lot of bumps in that neighborhood. Each jolt was a violent reminder that I was going through all this to make myself even more uncomfortable. We arrive at what we affectionately called the castle. We called it that because of the stone brick walls on the outside and the fact that a ditch was formed in the pile of earth or in the yard, called it like one of those, every time it rained, there was a light drizzle or the hose had a leak. All the majesty possessed by a tyrant seemed rather appropriate to me. We enter the house and immediately encounter hostility. Shouting about how apathetic our generation is and how we... middle of paper... decided to tell it. He told me how he got rid of our contact information and burned all the notes Mr. Brown had with our parents' information. That was the last day we saw Mr. Brown and the last time we cried for a man. To this day I don't drive near Tharpe Street purely out of paranoia, it was our tormentor for over a month and clearly reminds us why we didn't like baseball. I learned that every day a fool is born and it just so happens that two of those fools became friends that summer. Since then, ironically, I joined the same fraternity as Mr. Brown, luckily this wasn't his chapter. I am grateful to him for making my life so difficult that nothing seems impossible or too stressful to accomplish. I'm Joshua's best friend and this is a story he loves to tell every new person we meet, so I thought I'd take on his happy-go-lucky attitude and share it with you.