For the last few months I've been preparing for Bobby to head off to law school. His trip to S. America was good practice, as he was gone 3 weeks. Every dynasty has to come to an end. This one started freshman year in college, when I moved out of a room with the Smartest Man In The World and Bobby took my spot. In no time we were good friends, taking Calc II with a Russian spy first then a barbershop quartet master second.
Lots of frisbee, a cat, and a few years later, he and Gillian moved out to Portland. He asked me to move out once, and I told him I'd chill in StL for a bit longer. He called up a few weeks later, and I agreed to move out to Oregon. My only intel was from Fugitives and Refugees. Without even visiting, I moved out, and never regretted that decision. I knew I could trust Bobby's opinion on something that important.
4 years and 4 different addresses later, it's time for him to move on. We never fought, once, in the 8 years we've known each other. Never even raised our voices at each other. I think that tells enough about our relationship. The only thing I ever got upset about was how he took his 42" LCD 1080p HD TV with him when he moved out. Sometimes he can be SO selfish.