I love my best friends.
My four best guy friends have been with me through the best of times and through the worst. I don’t know what I would do without them. You have Luciano, or Luci, one of the chillest guys I’ve ever met, the only one in a relationship right now, and world class baker. You have Nick, or Needo, the guy that probably experiences the weirdest shit possible with relationships and friends, and will probably teach you the greatest life lessons in the world. You have Carlos, or Achilles, the funny athlete that brings life to any party, and knows how to have a good time, even with complete strangers. And then you have Eddy, or Carlos, who is the awkward one of the group; he jokes about being a pedo, has never really had a relationship with a girl, and when he is presented with a situation, will bring out the awkward out of anything. And then there’s me; the “unanimous” (although I still don’t think so) funny one of the group, the one who always gets caught in the friend zone whenever I try to have a relationship with a girl I like, and the hard-worker, who will never quit for anything. We are the Dads, the greatest five man group I have ever seen. From music, to singing, to girl advice, to being overall best friends with each other, we implicitly swore to each other that we would never let each other down, and that we would always be here for one another. And that’s why I love these guys. You guys are the fucking best.