In 60 years of life with all the moving I have done, I have made a number of "friends".
Some friends have been friends of convience, you know, your dope dealer or the people you deal to.
Some have been of circumstances, the guys I fought with in Nam for instance.
Some have passed through and left. Some have passed through and I told them to leave.
Some have came and stayed, some have been around from 40 years now.
Sadly some have died.
Even more sadly some are still alive, strung out, hung down, brung down and are still down.
To have a friend, you must be a friend, trite, but oh so true.
How have the patterns of friendship happened in your life?