This Kid Is Going To Get Me Killed...

Now, as opposed to my best-friend Megan, I have a true "Bro" that I consider more family than my own brother. This insane kid's name is Andrew Lubomir Hnilica. He was in Cub Scouts with me as a youngster and he seemed to take to it fairly well. He was totally attracted to the dirt and muck that we seemed to get into diving into the lake at Boxwell(camp reserve). He was a maverick in this group of panzies. I knew this kid was going to be my friend. So later as it turns out his mom was a group leader and mine had been the pack leader for years and years, since my brother originally went through Cub Scouts.
We later held a friendship that seemed to grow and stabilize through the years. Until about sixth grade though, we were not as close as we would eventually become. Around this time, we would start to share many different commonalities. We had a few mutual friends who drove us to start getting into airsoft, and skating, eventually we would even get to both play guitar. Still to this day we both play guitar and he still skates, however I more admire the dedication he has for the sport while I try to attempt to re-enter the concrete wave.
Throughout middle school we had band together every morning and we both arrived usually early and ready to start something new. This landed us in a heap of trouble since we had outside practice on several different instruments. We both played guitar, we both would learn drums/percussion at different increments, and we both had a passion for ROCK! We identified through this. We would listen to new music that came out at the time.  We would both look into music that came from the prehistoric days of our parent's youth. We went to our first concert together. It was January of 2008 and Foo Fighters with Against me! came to Nashville's Municipal Auditorium. We stood in line that night for well over an hour to gain entrance finally after being searched and scanned for tickets. We fell in love with music this show. The amount of F-Bombs that Dave Grohl dropped, the insane drum solos that Taylor Hawkins laid down, and most importantly...THE MASSIVE TRIANGLE SOLO that transpired during the acoustic set. We were hooked on hard-rock from then on.

This here is the memory, in picture form, I have of my spring break during my freshman year of college. Andrew is sitting on a giant rock that is sticking out over the river that winds around the city of Knoxville, TN. That weekend I took away many different new feelings on how my life is going and how his has panned out for him as well. He, usually having the best luck, has had some decent luck getting through school and finding what really makes him happy. It seems so odd that the person who I thought was happy all the time was no longer in this position. I was on my way to taking this spot.

Well, regardless who carries on the track of luck I wish only the best for him in all he does. He deserves it.