I haven't seen him in the flesh in 15 years. And even that point was just a few minutes in passing, because we happen to run into each other in Walmart in our home town in Texas. (He nor I have lived there in over 20 years.) - We live 14 hours from each other. - We have lived different lives. - We have made drastically different choices. - We believe drastically different things about life and world view. But we met in 6th grade, and we bonded. He was already playing guitar. I picked it up with a few months, and bought a no-name guitar and Heath-kit amp from a yard sale in our neighborhood. We jammed all the time. Had our first band together. We ended up going to different high schools. And then we moved to different towns after that. But we still text each other weekly, and check in. Walk each other through various struggles. We always make plans to get together soon... but it never pans out. Yet, I still call him one of my best friends.