Brothers of the Wolf Pack
I have made some great friends in the three years I’ve been in San Angelo. As I’ve met new people, I’ve lost contact with some as well, but there are a few friends from back home that I have always been able to depend on.
Nothing against my newer friends, but you always have those old buddies that you’ve been through this, that and the other with, and you have a little more of a bond with them. Even though there wasn’t a strange ritual comparable to that of what you see in “The Hangover,” it is a strange sort of brotherhood that can be hard to explain, but everyone knows what it is. I’ve realized that as time passes and new friends are made, you always still have your blood brothers (or sisters) from back home that you can depend on to be there for you.
I’ve realized that as time passes and new friends are made, you always still have your blood brothers (or sisters) from back home that you can depend on to be there for you.I think a perfect example is my friend Stetsyn. We met in 6th grade, were football managers and library aides together in middle school, then spent four years of high school sitting beside each other as the two french horn players in our high school band.
We even had a duet together in the song “Don’t Stop Believin’” during a halftime show, at the end of which we high-fived each other (in time while marching back to our spots, of course). He and I have been lucky enough to stay in contact, even though he now goes to school in Denton. Each time we get to see each other, it’s just like we were back in high school and haven’t missed a day of getting to catch up.
With my birthday landing in the middle of the break, a handful of my local friends are still back in their hometowns. This presents a problem for me, especially turning 21. Everyone knows what comes with a 21st birthday, and nobody wants to celebrate their birthday alone, so I was messaging my friends from back home to see if they wanted to come down here for my birthday, and I had a conversation with my friend LJ:
Me: “If you aren’t busy Saturday, you should come to Angelo for my birthday. Haha”
LJ: “Well I work Saturday but I can still be there around 7:30ish”
Me: “Thats fine, probably won’t get going until then”
LJ: “Ok lol did you let stet know? He said he was gonna be here on [Saturday]”
Twenty minutes later after a few messages exchanged, all Stetsyn said was:
“Oh, yeah! Saturday is [your birthday]. I’ll convince Miranda I need to stay two nights… I’ll bring LJ too.”
Just like that, as if nothing has changed in the nearly 10 years we’ve known each other, he is coming another 100 miles out of his way to see me for my birthday, which is going to make it all the better. As sappy as it sounds, it means a lot to me. It’s this strong kind of friendship that you can lean back on when the going gets tough, and I’m lucky enough to have three friends: Stetsyn, Zack and LJ. I think Luke Bryan had it right when he sang:
Time can fly on by
Everything can change
Until the day we die
We’ll always remain…
Blood brothers closer than your next of kin
Thick as thieves and the best of friends
Take a bullet for each other
Yeah brothers like that don’t come cheap
You fight, you cry, you lie, you bleed
And you lean on one another
Everyone needs to have their own little wolf pack to depend on. As I gear up for my birthday, I’m excited to know that my wolf pack has changed, but there are still the original brothers of the pack I can depend on, no matter the situation. In my opinion, they’re the three best friends that anyone could have, and I’m glad I have friends back home I can depend on, even if it’s something as random as sitting around and pondering, “What do tigers dream of when they take a little tiger snooze?”