There are four people I'll refer to as my best friend - two I've known since high school, one since the Navy, and one I met right after I got out. But of the four, the No. 1 guy is one I met my junior year right after moving to Kirksville. The first time I saw him, though, was about a month before school started. I was mowing my aunt's yard, a gig he had had until I came to town; she never liked him, and basically fired him when I got there. So I'm pushing the mower, and there's this kid mowing another yard across the fence giving me a dirty look. So our first impressions were "Who's that asshole who took my job?" and "Why is that idiot staring at me?"
