Ode To My Wolf Pack

Salutations, my adoring followers!  Still far and few between you are, but our numbers are growing! No, I am not wanting to take over the world...I am merely pleased that more people have subscribed to my blog.

As I was sitting backstage at the University of South Dakota's current show, Woman In Black, and listening to some Pavarotti on my iPod, I started thinking about what I was going to use as the topic of my next blog post.  Inspiration came to me as I was talking to my little brother, Isaac, online.  I was talking to Isaac about something personal that I would only talk to maybe 2 other people about.  This got me thinking about my wolf-pack and how fortunate I am because some people are only a one-man wolf-pack (for those of who don't understand the "wolf-pack" reference...never mind).  So in short...this post is about the friends I couldn't get through life without.

First is my Luftwaffe wing-man, creepy ginger brother, sharer of most of my inside jokes, and my all around best friend: Isaac.  Despite the fact that Isaac is a ginger, Isaac is one of maybe 4 people in the world who I would never get tired of spending time with (haha! Right now, the rest of my family is reading this and saying, "Wait! There's 5 of us! Am I one of them?!"  haha!).  Granted, Isaac and I used to hate each others' guts up until probably 2009.  That's when my family was going through something really difficult (which I am not going to talk about in this blog).  Isaac and I had started to hate each others' guts a lot less as the poopy year went on, but what really brought us together, was our trip to Brazil from October 2009 through March 2010.  We agreed the night before we left for the 5 month trip that the trip was going to be long enough even if we didn't fight the entire time, so we mutually agreed to do our best to not fight at all.  I think we got in a slight argument ONCE the entire trip, and that was it.
I don't think that we have fought about something since.

The other two people in my wolf-pack are Matthew and Jonathan.  Have we been friends forever? Yes. Have we had a HUGE falling out in the past? Yes. Are they complete reprobate Marines whose morals are ridiculously few and far between? Yes.  Would they do anything for me without a second of hesitation? Yes. Do I consider them brothers? Yes.  Something that Isaac, Matt, and Jonathan all have in common is the fact that I could tell any of them anything and they would never think less of me for it.  Granted, they might make fun of me to no end, but isn't that what friends are for?

I would talk about the rest of the people who I love, like my family and the friends who I think of as family, but I would never finish this post if I did that.  I just wanted to throw this out there and say that I'm thankful for the friends who are in my life.  
Thanks for reading, my adoring fans!

_Moses_