Jamie and I have known each other since grade school. I seem to recall that he and I started hanging together in second grade or so when we discovered that we each made sound-effects when we drew space battle scenes. We used to skulk about the neighborhood as its defenders until we realized that there was nothing to defend against. It was sort of boring being heroes. So, we chose the more exciting roles as villains!
We discovered that good-guys are lazy. They wait for things to happen. Jamie and I found that bad-guys are go-getters. They make things happen. They have work ethic.
He and I used to wander around the neighborhood pressing younger children into the service of our armies. And when we weren't immersed in our roles as tyrannical warlords, we proclaimed ourselves gods! We would even force those in our service to renounce their false deities and worship us...
Man, those were the days!
Jamie and I went through grade school, junior high, high school, and college together. To this day, he lives right down the street from me.
Is that unhealthy?
