The Departure of Burrito and Musou

To Musou, Jake

It was a great time that me and you shared, we were middle school kids when we met and grew up together.
We wronged each other but always remained friends
We fought along side of each other...in multiplayer online roleplaying games and of course we would always loose
But even after a loss we still chuckeled and laugh our guts off and for many years did we did so.

There was not really ever a second when we were ever bored.
Often we would have fun but eventually stop after something breaks or one of us gets injured.
Such we would play as: Donkey kong toss, dodge the trash can lid, AOL CD fights, Balloon gun fihgts, trampoline fights with many painful items, kick the man in the box, skateboarding, jumping down buildings and etc.

But we both had our own ways, I grew up and graduated from highschool in pursuing college
But you grew older, dropped out and pursuing a low settlement in life.
I chose the bumpy in ridged road, but you chose the easier and carefree one.
I grew paranoid and you teased more about my paranoia
I began gaining an obsession for british rock but became aggrovated by rap
And who would know that you began liking rap but hating british rock
I did things because I would rather be real to myself then a fake
You did things because you wanted the false exceptance, not because it was you
We were bestfriends despite of our growing differences

And now at this split road that both you and me have encountered, I guess its best to say goodbye old pal
I had a great life sharing with you, regardless of how anti-heterosexual that may sound.

But we will still continue to share our obsession with Hagrid of harry potter.
Japanese bands of Buono, Perfume, C-ute, Miki fujimoto,  and of course Maki goto.
With asian games that no one likes to play. Creative inventions that may never come to life. And of course Joshes mom who we can't stop talking about even if its infront of Josh.

Its funny that we both met after we witness a boy getting beaten up infront of us, that boy getting beaten up was possibly one of the best things that we are thankful for. But now the Burrito and Musou friendship has come to an end. But please dear pal never forget these words of our own language: Major bedhead, spider sausages, Murloc babies, Muddpuppies, gerbils, shady sailors and squirm squirm squirm.

                              With love Burrito, Marco