12 THE ESSENCE OF IT
I ask myself: was Carver Jones really even my friend at that point in my life? I think I can say with all honesty he wasn’t what I considered a true friend anymore. He was an escape, a means away from all of the exams, essays, and deadlines.
In grade school we had been the best of pals. It was in high school when we started to drift apart. There is no single event to mark as the beginning of the deterioration of our friendship, just a simple choice of different paths. Probably from the influence of my parents and the teachers and coaches I respected, I maintained to stay on the straight and narrow.
And Carver? He started to go weird in all sorts of directions. A psychologist would’ve spent months devouring his life and the chosen plummet he took from social status i
