It’s always been a rollercoaster ride being friends with JP and Michael. Not because they’re bad seeds, oh quite the contrary. They’re actually very good kids. No, it’s because they’re lively folks, each one of them bringing a different sort of energy to the table. Both unique in personality and character, they are two cartoon characters I’m glad to call friends.

This two were always in bands. In my eyes, they encapsulated the band “The Misfits,” along with some of our other friends, for many years. They were fully nonconformist, yelling their music and delivering rapid fire music, all to look badass. Not sure if they succeeded in that matter, but that’s the beauty: they didn’t give a fuck. And in order to be a true misfit, that’s what you have to do.

Let’s start with Michael Cherry. Michael and I have bonded over friendship since we were in high school. It was clear with his calm demeanor and out-there attitude that he was he was special. We decided to make a handshake that we still do to this day. It’s become a part of our friendship. Michael, I’ll have you know, it started out as a variation I started with my dad, then you, and now my fiancé. So I just wanted to let you know, you’re with great stock.

It wasn’t just a cool handshake that bonded us, though. It was the ability to talk about anything without fear of judgement. There aren’t many people you can do that with, but Michael is one of them. Him being such a good soul was an integral part of our friendship. He also loves Kevin Smith movies like me, so ten points for Huffledor. And I just wanted to note Michael gave me his bed at a bachelor party. Since beds are worth gold at these things….I’ll replay you with love, Michael. Because I’m poor as fuck.

Then there’s the big dog…JP. JP I mean this with no disrespect, but for your size, I’m so proud and amazed of how many girls you pull. The kid has swagger, much respect. JP and I had the luxury of bonding over the bus rides to school. I’d like to think I was one of his first friends when we moved over here. There was just something about him. Whether it was that giant toothy grin or the ability to make everyone laugh, I knew he was a great guy. The laughs we shared with each other. The sleepovers. The DC trip, it was always a blast with him around. Sure, he’s a bit of an asshole at times, but he’s my asshole and a funny one at that. 

JP is a real one, though. We had a heart-to-heart last time we saw each other and I was very moved that one of my blog posts helped him with stuff he was going through. Well, buddy, you’ve given me the gift of laughter for many years, so thanks on my end.

Just recently I reunited with these boys at one of our mutual best friend’s wedding festivities. I could not have enjoyed their company more. Not only did we bond again, but it just felt like our youth. Shooting the shit. There’s nothing quite like it. Don’t take your punk rockers for granted, because at the end of the day, they’ll always have your back.