I pretended to be a friend of someone I couldn't recall ever seeing before so that his ****** might think he had some redeeming qualities and was more than the jerk that I had heard he was. To this day I don't remember ever meeting or seeing the guy, but his ******* thanked me for being his friend and told me he was glad that he had at least one person who could stand him.
Don't know if what I did was for the dead guy or his ******* and ******. The ******* bought me a ***** so I guess I got some immediate reward.
If anyone has ever heard about the grateful dead (the folk tales (where the band got the name) about someone helping bury a dead guy and then later on gets saved by the spirit/ghost of the dead guy, maybe it's not such a bad thing to build up a few friends on the other side??!! (mas apologies for the runrunrunononon sentence!
