Okay. To be completely honest, I'm actually really glad Milan came to Stanford. The story of how he got her was pretty amazing. He's been my friend since I was 11 and he was 12. His family wasn't as lucky as mines and he had to live in those apartments across the street from our middle school, Marsh East Middle School. He was shy yet VERY intelligent. He made all A honor roll in high school and was valedictorian. He got a scholarship, (obviously with his smarts ass) but transportation wasn't easy. I was taking a plane, while he walked 3 miles- then to a bus stop- then 5 miles- to another bus stop- and so forth. It took him three days to get here. He spent his own money on motels that he could sleep in so that once a day was almost over, he can't restart it again and again.
He had pretty rad stories about his experience by himself for three days. From Crack-heads to Celebrities to Marijuana possession-ers and so forth. He's ridiculously awesome and I don't know what I'd do without my best friend. I'm glad he learned the hard way because without that, he would just be another "prissy white boy" just like the ones at Stanford.
I asked if we could meet in Caffe Frascati in San Jose. He approved. After we ate, we went north to Stanford (city) and bought an apartment together. Man are they expensive! Three thousand dollars for a two bedroom apartment! You could buy a 5 bedroom, 2 living room, and 2 story house in McKinney, Texas! But it was so worth it.
With these apartment keys. We hold the key to out love and friendship to each other.
That's what makes me happy.
Until we had to separate and go to our own dorms... But we're still close no matter what.
That's what best friends do.
