Fruit

Matt ### was a very good friend of mine. I don't exactly know when it was that we met or specifically how long we had been friends, but I've known him for as long as I can remember. He was a very tall and lanky sort of fellow, and quite goofy in his own way. But despite being goofy, we was an accomplished tennis player, and as a young man he was being groomed for a professional career. He was affectionately known to his friends as "fruit" because he was a bit of a fruit cake. As the years progressed, we saw less and less of each other, but we would still have a good time when we got together. I didn't notice the changes in him right away, and really just thought of the changes as fruit just being funny. I had several friends that thought wierd was funny, and just thought that he was one of them. In our teenage years we had experimented with drugs and alcohol, but for most of us it had ended with that; experimentation. Years later I would come to realize that perhaps for fruit, it was more than just childish experimentation. He would make little comments about certain things that upon thought leads me to think that his mind was going. One of the last times I saw him he was telling me that people he saw driving on the road thought that he smelled and that he suspected they thought that I smelled too. At that point, I decided that I missed my friend. Last I heard he had been involved in a hit and run and had fleed the state and was staying with his sister down south somewhere.