Friendship...

There are friends that come and go, there are friends that stay around for a little while and disappear... Then there are those who remain significant and their colors run true regardless of time (regardless of how much or how little) or circumstances (theirs or yours).
I've met some pretty shitty people. I know. We all have... It sucks. Then there are those people I have met who despite some quirks or distance or age difference or whatever that I am proud to call friends.
A friend is someone who will hold your hair when you're sick and puking  and won't question you about whether that  was carrots or something else and comment on how gross it must have tasted coming back up. A friend is someone who will drive to your house in the middle of the night when there was an attempted home invasion, armed to the teeth with shotguns, rifles and handguns, enough ammo for the zombie apocalypse and stains their karma by running over an entire family of raccoons on the way there. A friend is someone who will encourage you, inspire you, remind you of how awesome you are and mean it, then kick you in the ass to get it in gear and not to waste your life sitting around on it. A friend is someone who helps you restore your faith in people because you forgot that "we're not all bad". A friend is someone who asks, "But how are you?" when you're trying to fix everyone else's shit. A friend is someone who can comfort you when you're at you're lowest without  a word.
I've come to realize that it's not really about quantity, but about quality, especially when it comes to friends. My circle of friends may be smaller, but it's tighter. I'd fight along side any one of mine in the zombie apocalypse any day.