King Julian

I’ve known this wonderfully paranoid and beauteously charismatic person, since I was a mere two years of age. I gained lots of memories with her, and for that I thank her.
KJ and I played Peter Pan together at the age of four. I hit her over the head with a plastic frying pan, and she threw up all over the table, then making me start projectile vomiting on her. She forgave me. I think.
She gets her fabulous nickname from a rare birthmark, that graces the side of her face. It is the shape of Africa. It even has a small Madagascar on it, and what with her stunning musicality she was soon connected to her namesake, the dancing lemur king.
She love donuts, and drawing moustaches. She’s brilliant at running, but needs to practice her cello more often.

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I have lots of friends, but five of them are particularly important to me.
These people have code names to protect their privacy. Mango, Pencils, King Julian, Bertie-Moos and Sloth. I mentioned all of these people in a post before (In the Eyes of a Past Acquaintance: My Friends and I) but I shied from giving them names.
The list of names are a bit strange but they are inside jokes. Old stories about jazz music, ikea, birthmarks and cows. These are great people and have influenced me quite a bit. Some of them over time, but others I have known for two years at the most…
I will have other posts to describe them so look out for that.