Friendship...
My freshman year of A&T. I go down into the Student Union to play cards and meet this cat. He's throwing down on some Spades. I play a few games with and against him and at the end of the night I leave without getting that cat's name. I applied for a job to work in the computer labs on McNair Hall and meet him again. Come to find out his name was Harold. From there the rest is what you call history.
I was in the Colloquium for Computer Science majors. This is basically a big meeting for the department to address any issue. At the end of one of them I was down in the pit talking to an upperclassmen and all of a sudden I hear this girl laughing. I turn my view up high to find the source of the laugh and there is this chick getting her LOL on with this short dude standing beside her. I would later find out this this badass muthafunker went by the name Reese. History ensued.
After chlling with Harold and Reese for a while Harold brought in this mad cool Indian. That's red dot on the forehead not feather in the hair. His taste in food is hotter than hell itself but he was laid back and seemed to not follow his traditional Indian heritage. As far as I'm concerned he has the occasional privilage to use the N-word. This mad cool Indian answers to the name Alpesh. And just like Harold and Reese before him the rest will go down in the history of my life.
I just had to explain that these three ill niggas mean a lot to me.