As I stare down the two roads, with my buddy by my side, I can feel that the engine is having trouble. Waiting at the crossroads, indecisively, I say to my buddy, "What do you think I should do...?" There was no more of a response than a quiet, " Your choice..." One way I could take the road most people travel. Another I could stay the course and keep going straight. With a look of reconciliation I faced my buddy and said, " Screw this I'm doing whatever I want!" He left and I went forward.
After a few hours of fighting, his friend gave up nothing to him. He kept throwing in his face that if he doesn't change then he will die. They had a long stare at each other after the fight. To conclude the silence his friend scrambled words together, as best he could, and asked him what he thought he should do. He told him it was his choice, but had already given him the ultimatum. It's life or death at this point, and he is sick and tired of watching his friend sit like this on the couch with a syringe in his hand. After one more period of drooling silence, his friend screamed, " Screw this I'm doing whatever I want!" He then left and his friend stayed at a still.
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