This is a brief glimpse of the story of how I first met my best friend Costa, or known to you as Delphoid-Q. Also included are various memorable moments in the time we have known each other.

1990. My first year at the private Greek school. I knew no one. I tried hard but couldn’t find a friend. I was a sorry little bugger. In the class was a wooden playhouse. Two kids “guarded” this playhouse with sticks. Being the curious one that I am I checked it out. The two guards stopped me. After a few random words where spoken I discovered the purpose of the playhouse, why they where guarding it, and that one of these guards name was Costa. My first meeting with this individual was brief… but that’s how good things go I guess. We became friends and soon enough where frolicking in the sandpit throwing sand in other kids’ eyes. Ahh, pure innocence. At that moment I knew we would have a long and great friendship. We had many things in common… such as beating up a toss named Basil. We did this for fun, as well as a lack of better entertainment.

Throughout the years our friendship grew and prospered. We where a constant at each others houses. Whether it was being stuck in front of the TV playing Nintendo or simply watching various cool programmes we always had such fun.

I remember when I came back to school from one particular weekend. I had just been attacked by a Rottweiler and a piece of my check had been bitten off. Thank God for plastic surgery. Upon returning I had Costa by my side making jokes and making me feel better. He was near should I have need for something. But that would not be the end of his friendship during hard times. Throughout the course of the endless summers with Bee’s abound many a sting did I endure. So did Costa. Another thing we found in common about us was that we where both allergic to Bee stings. I remember one day during assembly a Bee buzzed by and happened to land on Costa’s knee. Costa freaked in his own cam little way and proceeded to swipe his hand across his knee. Never the less he got stung. I was off my seat laughing my head of… it was one of the funniest things. Regardless of the humour I stayed by his side.

The memories from Costa’s house are fondly engraved in my memory. I remember us searching for something to watch and stumbling upon Basic Instinct. Excitement. We watched the whole thing, us youngsters. Pity it was the edited version. Another time, at the table, I remember sitting and relaxing with Costa and a bottle of Sprite. During the course of our conversation I dropped a joke upon Costa with explosive results. I had never before seen Sprite flow so freely from a nose ever before in my life. The crystalline beverage flowed up past his throat and out through his nose. I was on the floor –laughing my head off. Funny times. And believe it or not it wouldn’t be the first time it would happen.

Then there was my house. I remember how we used to play around in my garden talking absolute nonsense. I remember playing with my duck, Raptor. (Jurassic Park was our favourite movie.) I remember finding the corpse of a rat that my cat had killed. Its head was intact, as was its hindquarters and tail. Its midsection, however, was a pure display of whitest spinal cord. Not a drop of blood to be found. My cat IS an evil one. We took the rat-corpse and placed it on a stick, covered it with fake blood and proceeded to mourn for its soul. We named it Nicodemus, after the rat-leader in the book, “The Rats of NIMH” whose spinal column was crushed through treacherous circumstances. I remember playing with a tennis ball in my backyard. We came up with the bright idea of spraying it with deodorant and setting it alight. Pity we didn’t think of what to do after doing so. Pity too that it was during autumn and pity that the grass was ALL dry. My backyard became a smouldering battlefield. We worked hard and fast and thank goodness we avoided disaster.

Closer to the present, 1999 to be exact. I remember when I had to go in for my back operation. It was the biggest, and most painful, choice that I had to make… but it had to be done. After the operation and while I was learning how to walk again I remember hearing that I was to be visited by my friend, Costa. Back to that damned bed. Costa had finally arrived… finally a friendly face… the only one of my friends to actually pay me a visit in hospital. Just goes to show.

You where the only person I ever told about DarkPoetry.com. You where the only one I trusted with this information.

I remember when I made you laugh when we ran out of money in the shopping centre by threatening to sell my dog-chain for money to buy food.
I remember wrestling at the bottom field during breaks.
I remember creating comics with you. (RIP Nose Okes. RIP Mr TNT-Go-Kaboom Man… we will miss you!)
I remember giving you your current name – Delphoid-Q.
I remember Durban, Matric holiday.
I remember our own personal jokes.
I remember many things.
I remember the good times.
I remember the rough times.
But most importantly, I will I remember the friend you have been to me. I only wish that I have been as good a friend to you as you have been to me.
I will never forget.
Thank you.

*NOTE: All Information Contained Herein Is 100% True.*

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