moish
... and I are what you call buddies. Well, sort of. We first met each other in junior kindergarten, when he glued his hand to his head and asked me for help. I took a pair of scissors and cut the gluey hair off his head. We both laughed for days. Ever since then, Moish has followed me everywhere. When I switched schools, he switched schools. When I moved to a different community, he did the same. In truth, Moish is kind of like a leech; the more you try to pull him off of you, the more painful it gets. Moish is what you call a weirdo. In school he gets made fun-of most of the day. At home, Moish is not what you call the most loved guy either. When he’s not in the middle of a fight, he’s usually asking for one. This is probably why I tend to take Moish under my wing – he’s simply got no one else. It ...