I had a dream last night about an old Friend his name was Randy . He was one of my first real friends. I didn't no him for long. He moved away to Arizona from New jersey when I was very young . I knew him when I was like  ten or 11 years old. It was around the time the Rocky movies came out . I have a picture of us  together with me wearing a Rocky shirt . I don't remember much about him except that we where real close at the time. We had a fight once , it wasn't really a fight we threw a few punches at each other . I remember it being in the winter it  was snowing out side. I didn't want to fight him. I didn't like fighting my friends.I didn't like fighting any one. After a few punches we just looked at each other and stopped. I remember being surrounded on are bikes by a bunch of kids from the neighborhood that where after me in revnge for an earlier incident that happened involving my brother. We split up he got away, they got me. I don't remember much else about him . I remember being sad when he left for Arizona. Shortly after he moved away I found out that he died in a freak accident involving some sort of mud slide. It affected me bad back then. In my dream he looked just like he did when we where kids except we where adults . I remember our meeting felt awkward cause I haven't seen him in such a long time and for the most part I didn't  know him. Though he seemed alive as ever .  He was just like he was when I new him. I remember  telling him that there where rumors of him dying . He just looked at me like , Im right here Ron I didn't die. Today I thought about every thing that has happened in my life since those innocent days long ago . How much I could tell him. How many sunsets I've seen, how many moons. How much I've laughed and cried over the years. All of the beauty and horror I've seen in this world so far. Then I wondered why some peoples time here is cut so short while others can live for so long . 

 It was good to see you again Randy.