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What’s probably the most boring way to start an “epic” story? Selling newspapers. Regular Jojo doing his regular job, not the beginning I was expecting. I can’t complain too much though. The people are eager to hear the news and happy to see we won. I will be eating good tonight!
”PAPER, AFTERNOON PAPER HERE” I call out for costumers.
”I’ll take one, but you have to guess who I am first.” Someone puts their hands over my eyes. Another thing I missed about work is this.
”I know that’s you, Mikey.” I take his hands off my eyes and turn to face him.
Mike Guzman is my bestest friend in the whole world! Ever since we was little we’ve always been there for each other. We sell in the same area, have bunks right next to each other, and every day we go for lunch together.
“Well what is we waiting for? Let’s go, I’m hungry!” He grabs my arm and off to Jacobi's we dash.
This probably has to be my favorite time of the day. Not the actual lunch or the others at the deli, just the walk there. Just being able to talk with Mikey for a few minutes and not work is great. Sometimes we just don’t even talk but still just enjoy ourselves. I really missed this.
I honestly can’t imagine my life without Mikey. My entire world could be crumbling but when he’s by my side it just brings me comfort. I guess I’m just happiest with him.
Jojo and Mikey, two peas in a pod. That’s exactly how it’s meant to be