When Jordan messed up his leg practicing football, I called him cripple and repeatedly kicked his cast-thingy. When I did this enough times, Jordan wouldn't allow me to talk to him, and made a "Uaahhh!!" noise whenever I said anything to anyone and he was in the same room. I tried kicking this habit, but never could until he got the cast off. Until then, I called him a variety of names, such as "El Cripador","The Crip Mister", and the ever popular, "Jordan The Cripple". I will miss these times.
When Jordan sat ALLLL the way across the room from me during Spanish class, I would shout things like "¿su pie todavía daña Jordan?" Which means "Does your foot still hurt Jordan?". On papers where you had to write a sentence in Spanish, I would write, "Jordan es mi amigo." Which means "Jordan is my friend." Now that he's gone, I can only shout exaderated annoying things in Spanish to Jonathan.
The main thing is, Jordan can never be truely replaced. Nobody will ever be the TRUE CRIPPLE, since Jordan was the first person I ever called Cripple. Others can be my amigo in Spanish, but Jordan will always be my TRUE AMIGO! Even if he said he hates my guts(like he does now), and the sound of my voice(which he still finds extremely annoying), and my very presence made him sick, and he actually took the time to figure out how to block me from his blog. Nothing he can do will change the fact that he will always be Cripple to me.
JORDAN!!! DON"T GOOOOOOO!!!! WE'LL MISS YOU TOO MUCH HERE @ WELLINGTON!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!! CRIPPLE!! STAY HERE!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!
NOOO! CRIPPLE!! DON'T GOOOO!!
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