Like friends (Yew, ooh-ooh, oh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Maybe we could be friends (Yew, ooh-ooh, oh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Let's be friends (Yew, ooh-ooh, oh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
We could be friends
-Michael Franti & Spearhead Lyrics
CHAPTER FOUR
As I settled into living with Ava, there was a really comfortable flow to life. I took classes at the local community college, ecstatic to begin my intro art classes. I was hungry to create. I didn’t have a car, but Ava was generous with hers as was my friend, Ellis, who is just one of the kindest people I know. I didn’t know a woman could be treated like that. Before Ellis, I hadn’t known that it was possible for a man to be that warmhearted to a woman and want nothing but friendship in return. He was the first man I spent time with that I could let my guard down around and not fear sexual attention. I met him through Jebediah and he quickly became one of my closest friends. He patiently taught me to drive his manual car and didn’t cringe when I’d grind the gears. There was…