Sun was ascending, and I could see it clearly despite the mist. The wind was tame so were the of the people there, walking, sitting on the benches, and wondering what is this day hiding for them?...a present or another misery. I rambled through the park for a hour; then I decided to hit the crib. The morning breakfast is must, and I was starving. Unfortunately, I forgot to buy eggs, and that was the reason, I left home so early, Oh...God! how could I forget. When you contemplate the nature, you do lose yourself sometimes

Tirelessly, I went to the grocery store, all the way pondering if there is anything else that I've forgotten or it's just my consciousness. I'm a normal teenager like millions of you, I do forget things, but does it make me irresponsible, and indolent.

While I was in my thoughts, someone from behind shouted out loud, and the words I heard were, 'Hey, Bud', It didn't take me a second to recognize who this guy is; it's not just a familiar voice to me, but this word 'bud' does make me tickle, it was Bob, the motherfucking bastard. Bob's a regular maniac, but a different kind. He has these choke burning eyes as if he has been snorting crack all day. Although, he has a pointy nose, but his hair are a blessing: smooth, shiny, and always in a tangle. The same old shirt, Jeff Spicoli aka Sean Penn from fast times at ridgemont high, holding his beer, printed all over his bloody red shirt, and I guess now, you know why the word, "Bud" from his mouth always titillates me. With an impish glee on his face, he hastened towards me and the rest is the history.

Bob,' I've been looking for you, and texted you a hundred times, but you never reply, ergo decided to see you face to face, and was going to your home'.

Thoughts drifted through my mind....what? what's so important that this guy, who's so ne'er-do-well, left his home just to tell me this stuff, I've never seen him leaving his home in a decade, and he has this guy: Clein, who bring's food, and stuff for him. I sighed, and replied, 'So,what's the matter?is everything alright?. He pursed his lips, 'I don't know, if you remember that few years ago you promised me that you would give me one of your dogs puppy when they are all grown up, and I was wondering that if they are yet, ready to leave their nest?. His face was profusely sweating, and I don't know why he was so agitated to ask about the puppies, maybe he thought that it would not be appropriate at this time because just yesterday, I lost one of my puppy. Although, he didn't control himself to ask about this puppy stuff and hence, he thought it's prosperous, and would make me angry.

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I know,you will probably be thinking that what's the relation between us,and why am I so kind and polite to him? He's my neighbour, and my father always used to say," Neighbours are a blessing Kevin, you must never disturb their peace,and be kind to them because one day nobody knows,who'll be there to help you,your own ones or the ones that are strangers,but are seeking a way to pay the favour you owe them"Honestly,if pop was here ,he surely,would've changed his perspective about all this neighbour thing by just looking at bob.I still remember,I had these first semester exams,and I was studying so hard up my ass,but bob,he had these big stereos in his home,and the volume of his music never knew the limit.We were friends,but him,being so presumptuous did nothing but weakened the very foundation of our friendship.

'The favour huh..?'I said mistakenly, while I was in my thoughts.

Bob was like,'what favour mate?'.

'Oh,no, just a thought crossed my mind,why should I give you one of my puppies? It seems as a favour that I ought not to do.Bob's impish glee turned into an expressionless face,and he replied,'Mate,it's okay,calm down.' I said in a forced exasperation,'why?just because I made a promise to a crackhead,years ago,when I didn't even know how to wipe my ass after shitting, see there are two things that I care about,one:keep yourself as safe as possible from this city which is full of scum bags,and two:never ever make friends with any of these scum,nasty,and pathetic fucks. Bob seemed totally confused and objected, 'Bud,I don't do drugs, do you even know this so you've been thinking all these years that I'm some psycho,doing drugs all day at home, you considered me one of their type, huh, didn't you?. Now who's a crackhead?

To be honest, for a second, it didn't seem true....what??All these years,my fallacious judgements about this guy, Oh God!forgive me for what I've done.I think so,now he'll never show his face again.

I reacted in a tremulous way,'Brother, I'm...I'm sorry.'

Bob interrupted me and I could see his eyes at that time, all filled with despise for me,

'You know what? you're a person, who's just good at judging people, while his eyes are shut for the ones who judge him'.

My poor heart, just shattered into pieces, and when he left me there at that right spot, whenever I pass through the place, it reminds me of a favour, one he did to me not the ones I've been doing for him.