Joseph

   This guy had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the right time. He knew exactly when to upset you the most and he enjoyed every second of it as if it were sporting fun. Black hair hung down like a shaggy dog, covering most of his squinted eyes. It smelled like a thousand burning birds when he put hot iron to it and even worse was how metro-sexual he looked after his "styling" technique. The scary part was that he played the whole gay-guy act pretty well.
His iris' were a plain, dull brown that blended in with his pupils and made his eyes look like vacant buttons. The smile he wore every day around friends, hardly family, was one that agitated you to your highest peak. A perfectly white, big smile that had an eerie essence behind it along with chills that haunted you for days when he cackled. His long and angled fingers looked like the dead men's fingers you see in witch movies when they make some potion. Its an odd thought but this guy gave me a lot of odd thoughts and feelings. The way his chest caved in the middle of his breasts and the creepy way you could see his ribs when his shirt was off which was a lot when I knew him. I didn't like the way he looked like a hairy brown spider when his pants were off either.
This boy never gave anyone the time of day. If he didn't know you he didn't care, unless you were someone he needed or of authority then he was really respectful. He wasn't at all the smartest kid in school much less the class, in fact he was the kid in the corner making all the lame jokes no one cared to get. Friends weren't his strong point and that was probably because of how biased he was towards everything! especially religion. Anything to do with technology and games he was a wiz at.
Even though at the time he was the oldest saxophone player in our high school band, he completely sucked at anything a tad bit advanced and sounded more inexperienced than any freshman.
I never heard a single complaint from him and he was always looking at the positive side of things if not the grotesque side. That was until his father died at the age of 50 right before him and his family. It was a week before Christmas and the heart attack was unexpected. We went downhill from there and he was never the same again. Even though I haven't spoken to him in years and hardly does he cross my mind, I won't ever forget the boy who took my virginity and whom first had my heart.