Never Doubt

"At least you have stories to tell. We don't," he said as he took a drag. He let the cigarette smoke billow out of his mouth slowly before continuing. "We just never had the time. You've got it all going for you. You've got the shiny clothes, the fancy charm, the ability to make people laugh, to make friends.. We didn't have that. We don't have that and we can't, and we know it and it makes us some obscure mark in this hell hole of a universe. You? You're gonna shine, you're gonna be a star! You'll meet fancy people and go fancy places and we won't and that's just how it's gonna be. That's how it's gotta be. How else do you think we'd survive as friends?" He took one last drag down to the filter and stomped out the cigarette butt beneath his fresh moccasins. He looked his friend strait in the face. His eyes did not blink nor did his gaze waver. He took a step forward, held his friend in a warm embrace, nodded and then walked away. Then over his shoulder he cried, "Remember me for who you want me to be!" and disappeared into the darkness.