Every friend group has a story or two like this one, right? Something that looks like it must be fiction except you might be all already well aware of the story or there’s evidence to prove it’s all one hundred percent true.
The text thread with 4 of my highschool basketball teammates — also 4 of my oldest and best friends — has a few them like that. As an example, all of us remembered a child who was a grade behind us in class: skinny, good jumper, good handle, wore a puka-shell necklace daily. We played lots of hoops with the child from the autumn of 1982 through the spring of ’83.
But that was that. He transferred out after two years. All of us lost touch with the thin kid.
Except sooner or later, years later, my buddy “Hammer” called me.
Every friend group has a story or two like this one, right? Something that looks like it must be fiction except you might be all already well aware of the story or there’s evidence to prove it’s all one hundred percent true.
The text thread with 4 of my highschool basketball teammates — also 4 of my oldest and best friends — has a few them like that. As an example, all of us remembered a child who was a grade behind us in class: skinny, good jumper, good handle, wore a puka-shell necklace daily. We played lots of hoops with the child from the autumn of 1982 through the spring of ’83.
But that was that. He transferred out after two years. All of us lost touch with the thin kid.
Except sooner or later, years later, my buddy “Hammer” called me.
