The beautiful Rachel Pirate!
_Rachel Pirate: Rachel Pirate and I have too many words to say in one little paragraph but to narrow down a perfect friendship I couldn’t find a word to fit us but Pirates! I first met Rachel in the beginning of my senior year of high school (Which I did not attend.) My best friend Schuh had a thing for Rachel Pirate and he asked her to go to the Homecoming dance with him and it was filled with smiles and joy! I was meant to go with them to the dance with this girl Annina but she had mano so that was as much as a fail as Schuh and I being the Blues Brothers that night. Schuh wanted everything to be perfect for Rachel Pirate and at that time in our lives I only heard of Rachel Pirate from stories. She sounded awesome and all but Schuh wanted to switch cars for Homecoming! It was either his Moms Mini Van or my Ford Expedition. Yeah, I’d rather my car too but it’s mine so fuck him! Why did he need my car though for only Homecoming? What’s so special? A GIRL?!?! No way, one girl can’t be this amazing. But when I met her later that night and the more we chilled with her I realized how perfectly perfect a person can be! Even the first night we met she came over to my house with Schuh in her grey jeep and a case of beer! Great start to win my heart but what made her my best friend was the next morning at 8 A.M. when she picked us up from my house after a night long of drinking and took us to McDonalds! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! She was still in her pajamas and all! As if she was the mighty Pirate of the seven seas and her grey jeep was her Pirate ship! Well, that morning was just after my FIRST ever night drinking a 30 case to myself! I was 17 years old and accomplished a dream of mine that felt impossible; is that what it feels like to be Martin Luther King? But when she picked us all up I was shit-faced in and out of the bag! I kept going up to her with my index finger curled up like a pirates hook and she’d do the same and we would connect our fingers. From that morning we were both Pirates for life! To this day we connect our fingers like pirates with hooks, till this day she comes over to my house in her grey jeep with a case of beer, till this day we have the best times ever even if it is just us Pirates smoking in my garage with Ginger Ball Joes, and till this day we know we will even live next to each other when we are older. She is one of those close friends like that, the kind of girl that is always there for you, one of those girls you have more history with than a history book. Imagine your life without your bottom half of your body or two pirates without hooks to connect; that is how life would be without my beautiful, amazing, and favorite Pirate ever! Also with Zach in the mix of us; we’re the Smoking Irish Pirates! If there was any way to describe my baby and narrow it all down into one word would be easy for me but some people won’t understand because is the inside that counts. But that perfect word is “Pirate.”