That One Friend

Everyone has one. That one friend that you worry about falling into things. I'm not talking about drugs or prostitution, but things like going onto Japanese game shows, or wearing crocks with skinny jeans. If you don't have this friend you are either lying or you live in North Korea.

That one friend in my group (a very small one, but it's still a group) is a person named Fatima. She is small, like you can probably mistaken her for a newborn, she is awkward (but we all are in our own ways), and she can whip out a metaphor faster than a hooker can get an STD. With that being said, we text each other quite often and every reply is a piece of literary gold.