held captive by the recollection of my sins
Why do we need to test a friendship? Not with the midnight call to come pick us up at the bus station. But with pranks. Every once in a while you decide to do something to your friend that is only going to be funny to the people you tell the story to. It won’t be funny to the friend. You’re pretty sure. You do it any way.
I’m thinking about how just now I painted a “D” on Doug’s car door. Uninvited. With enamel. He might laugh. I guess. I was gonna paint something else, something that would really piss him off. “My dick hurts”, was one idea. I was told what his childhood nickname was. Again, friends hurting friends. It wasn’t nice. So I didn’t do that either. But why did I need to paint anything on there? It felt like it needed to be done. To let him know his friends are out to get him? He can’t trust us? No, it’s something totally different. But I’m not sure what.
Do we want to built up their resistance to insult? Do we think think they will learn to laugh at the bumps in the road? Are we curious how good they are at forgiving? I don’t know. So please submit your ideas about what I should paint on the rear door.