Friendship at it”s best

Geez it’s 12:43a.m and I’m writing my monologue. I’m going to be honest I know it’s late but no i don’t care cause there is a reason for it. Well, first let me ask you all two rhetoric questions. What does friendship mean to you? Do you have a best friend? I myself have four best friends. My girlfriend Michelle, I could go on for days about her, but I won’t you guys don’t need to know. My buddy Matt, he’s a crazy bastard.  My cousin Karlos. Karlos with a k just saying. Love him like a brother and Erica past crush, current best friend. She’s actually the reason this monologue is late. You see when i say best friend I don’t mean it in a low key kind of way I mean i would literally step in front of a car, get shot or even get arrested for. Fun fun stuff when you just helped your best friend break into her own house and you get busted ten seconds later. Freezing your ass off and passing around a single drink while trying to make conversation with the police is fun. Evidently I’m not in jail. Obviously, but still i almost ended up locked up and for what? Breaking and entering? No for helping a friend. A friend that doesn’t just mean the world to me but a friend that makes the days go by faster. Now i know you guys may not care about my life or some of you do. I don’t know I’m probably just rambling here but still, either way I’m going to stop here by saying what’s life if you don’t live it? Or in a musician’s perspective what’s the point in playing one note when you can play a chord. Sorry if you don’t get the analogy but yea I’m done.