This is my best friend’s house. One could say that I literally live here, because I’m here so often. I might actually be here more than at my own house. My best friend Brendan and I have had many memories here. I love staying over his house because I feel so comfortable and I know that I’m not being a burden to anyone. I also have fun every time I am there. Unfortunately, my friend’s house burned down this past summer, but I will never forget all the memories I had there.

This is my beautiful, majestic guitar. Brendan and I would always jam out together at his house. We played a lot of Sum 41, Blink 182, Green Day, and so on. We practiced songs together a lot and it never got boring. We would always be so excited to show people the new songs that we learned. We should get a medal for rocking out so hard.

Brendan and I loved to blast the music, especially at his house. Brendan has a thing for loud music, so he bought two huge speakers and a fairly sized subwoofer. Whenever he got the chance, he would put the music up so loud that the entire house would shake. Meanwhile, we would be lounging on the recliners in his room and just taking it all in. It was one of our ways to unfold and relax. My best friend’s house is “where I live”.