Dallas: More sibling than friend
I've said it time and time again, people can be out of your life faster than they ever entered -- part of that makes it that much worse sometimes.
For me, I don't make good friends who are worthwhile very often, and the ones I have, well that was a long process in gaining trust and a good relationship. What I'm getting at is it sucks when someone you invested so much time in being a part of your life is just gone one day and there's nothing you can do about it.
My best friend since fourth grade has always been Dallas. I know I kind of include him in a lot of my stories, and that's because he and I did and have done basically everything together since we were 9. So, most of the stories I tell are just as much his as they are mine.
Anyway, until high school, Dallas and I were basically a buy one, get one free package. If you wanted to hang out with one of us, you got both of us (most of the time). I basically considered him my half brother (which I still do to this day, and probably always will). He even lived with me like three different times.
We might have gone together like eggs and bacon, but we were also the champions at driving whatever adult was around us crazy. We were a wild and crazy duo, who loved adventures (and getting into our fair share of trouble), but most of all, we knew how to have fun -- no matter where you stuck us and what you told us to do.
In ninth grade, things started changing for us. Dallas started experimenting in the party scene, and at that time it just wasn't my thing. He ended up going to treatment at Keystone Treatment Center (the same place I went two years later), and when he got back, he stayed with me for a while. Things eventually got bad though, and he ended up landing himself a social worker.
In tenth grade, Dallas started dabbling around with drugs again, which resulted in him being sent to a foster home in Fergus Falls for over a year. Once Dallas left to go to that foster home, I knew it was going to be a long time until things were back to the old days, but I didn't think it would be as long as it ended up.
He came home again at the beginning of junior year, but that didn't last long either. One thing we always had for us was our music though, we played it, we wrote it, and we loved it.
Dallas was always a lot more committed to writing it than I was (I guess writing is one thing we have in common, his just comes in the form of writing music). We played as much music together as we could before he left again, which happened within a couple weeks of his being home. He now lives with his dad near Duluth in a small town called McGregor.
Our visits may be limited to only a few days every couple of months, but we're still partners in crime, and we talk almost every day. Music is ending up to be his ticket out of everything, though.
I might be limited to a few campfire tunes I'll sing in my basement, but his talent is very near bringing him somewhere huge. He's currently trying (and near) to possibly getting signed, which is the least of what he deserves for his brilliant forms of musical fusion.
Things might not ever be the same as they were in past, but we're both going in right direction, and no matter what kind of different paths life might bring us down, we'll always, without a doubt, be brothers.
Jonah Bowe is a senior at Detroit Lakes High School.