My Little Rat...

Mitchell, whom I have now affectionately dubbed "my little rat" just because of it's intended meaning by some people, is my best friend. He's quirky and a tad anti-social, but if you get over the "Mitch-ness of his Mitch-osity" he is actually a cool shit to hang out with. Mitch, Lucky and I hang out once maybe twice a week just to ... well... hang out. We talk about things like politics, the different martial arts, our opinions about all sorts of things, the dreams we have should we hit lotto and who we would cast in "The Dresden Files" movie.
Mitchie is a bit crude and a little rough around the edges, but he has always been there when Lucky couldn't. When certain events took place, Mitch sat at the kitchen table so that nothing would come of them when I couldn't have Lucky there.
Someone tried to break into the house in the middle of the night while I was on the phone with Lucky (when he was working), I was on the phone with 911, Lucky was on the phone with Mitchie calling "the code". Within minutes, Mitchie was there, armed to the teeth, had stained his karma by running over a family of raccoons and crashed on the couch for the rest of what was left of the night even though he had to be in court the next morning.
Mitch has proven to be a worthy friend on more than one occasion and although we don't see eye to eye on everything all the time, he is one of the best of friends anyone could ask for.