On a frenemy
Have been thinking a bit today of what they call today a frenemy. He was generous when in high school but made fun of me a lot and almost seemed to want to kill me at times.
He had a car and a lot of social contacts, so drove me and a mutual buddy to parties. I was a bit wild as a teenager and still did pretty well in school and lone-wolf sports. So he may have resented me for that.
I haven’t talked to him since aout 19 or20 (except once in our 30s briefly when he said angrily that it was surprising I was still alive b ut have recently reconnected to some high school pals who are more friendly still.