I've known my friends Eric and Phil for over eight years. I met Phil a
             little before preschool at a party and I met Eric when my dad took Phil and
             me too meet his friend, Javier, who was also Eric's dad! We thought Eric
             was going to be spoiled, but he wasn't. He was cool! We played in the pool
             and took a shower together. It was fun, so Eric kept asking us to come back
             and we did, for eight years! This story is very meaningful to me because it
             was the very first time we learned not to play with fire and we haven't gone
             near fire since! Except for another incident with a brick, a banana, and a
             piece of metal from Africa, but lets leave that for another time...
             It all started on a cold Wednesday morning during Christmas break, when
             Eric asked Phil and I to sleep over at his house. Phil yelled, "Of course we'll
             come stupid head!" over the phone and into Eric's ear. " Hurry because I'm
             bored!" He told us through the phone. " Just come pick us up because we
             don't have a ride," I told him. " Ok!," he said and he picked us up in his
             We got to his house and spent the first hour drawing meaningless dribble
             on a giant piece of paper. Suddenly, Eric yelled, " What the heck is that?!"
             at Phil. Phil screamed, "It's a bird idiot!!" I had to laugh at that, because it
             looked no more like a bird than a drunken man did. So, to be nice, I said,
             "You have to be kidding Phil. That looks like a cat with a two ton truck on
             it's head!" Phil said, " It's a different species of bird! Its not yet discovered."
             Then we were bothering Eric's older brother, Matt. Matt was twelve
             years old at the time, and didn't like us because he said we were losers who
             still watched Pokemon. "You still watch it to stupid!," Eric complained.
             The...