Dang it man... I'm supposed to be the writer on this platform!
BTW, where is Barry now? No offense if he's a good friend, but I bet he didn't amount to a hill of beans if he slept through a feeding frenzy.
First of all thank you sir.
Secondly, if you are bored, in regards of what happened to Barry:
Actually that is a very interesting story in of itself.
Barry moved to the Memphis area, may have been Atoka, can't really remember.
He built, mostly himself, a single car garage, concrete block type, and then added a second story living area above it.
Had an old guy wire it for him that was retired from an electric company.
Place burned down and he moved again... somewhere.
He met a girl and it didn't really work out but he followed her and her job around and ultimately to Hawaii where she moved for her job or something.
He was working as an industrial building contractor of some type, not real sure exactly what he did.
I know he came to my house back in like 1998 or something like that.
First time I had seen him in a very long time.
He was acting actually more "different" than usual and said something to the effect of "you won't see me again and you got to leave?" after I told him I had to leave. My wife and I had prior arrangements for something that I couldn't just blow off. Didn't really think anything of it and what he said till years later.
I have never seen or heard from him again.
His father died and I didn't even know it. I always have regretted not being able to pay my last respects to "Uncle Boob" but it is what it is.
I did find out later that Barry wasn't at the funeral either. They had a rather large "extended" family and NOBODY has seen or heard from him basicaly since the last time I did.
Dang that sounds like I could be a suspect once I write it down.
I have spent several hours on the internet at different times through the years looking but apparently Barry has lived his life pretty much off the grid because I can't find a trace that he ever existed, much less is still alive.
I know in my heart of hearts that I saw him one other time. (prior to the very last time I saw him at my house)
I have no proof of that other than I knew the guy and spent almost every day with him for our first 18 years of life. Just certain things about a person you just KNOW.
Anyway, it is a very VERY strange story and I won't post it here because it is OUT there and it would be very bad for him to read what I think I saw if it wasn't him. It would explain alot about his "disappearance" though.
Sorry for that bait and switch but it plays into how Barry was perfectly. He did his own thing, everyone else be dammed.
So, I dunno how he turned out or if he amounted to much of anything.
I do miss him though and think about him quite a bit.
Guess it's a good thing because every time I do I end up smiling.
He kicked me in the mouth one day (I deserved it) and I found out chicken shat is very salty. (He had a bunch of it on his shoe)
Made a 57 on my English final my senior year of high school because in between finals we left school and went "rabbit hunting" (Ended up drinking a couple pints of jack daniels)
Caught my first fish ever in my life with him.
Picked him up at a strangers house after he called and said he had run from the police and ditched his car and was walking home.
Wow I could go on forever.
So there ya go.