Oh man, Mike. I thought we were buds. Me and you go back; climbing trees and skinnin' knees.
What happened to you, man? What happened to the boy I used to go with down to the lake and skip rocks? What happened to the the young man that, in a fit of awkward, adolescent desire, engaged me in some fitful groping at summer camp?
Mike, you are no longer the boy I once loved.