I have a friend who is much older than I. He goes by “Buck” though the real name is the same as a famous muppet's. He is a Vietnam vet and loves trains, airplanes, battleships and so on. Pretty much any vehicles. I get along with him great because he is a huge motorcycle fanatic as well. He also lives with 15 cats. Buck is a big book collector/ reader; his knowledge on many subject matters, especially on military vehicles are truly impressive. You can have very insightful, informative conversation with him. Whenever I visit, I find him reading on his couch covered with 3, 4 cats most of the time. I enjoyed hanging with him at least once in a week and chit chat.
However I don’t like to visit Buck when his friends are around.
The problem with Buck is that I don’t like almost all of his friends. He somewhat became a hippie after the service so he knows shit loads of hippies in the town. Those hippies are not like active environmentalists, do-the-right-thing, live-by-their-code types. They are lazy, bitch about society, mooching hippies. Needless to say most of them don’t have a decent job so ends up mooching off of my friend Buck, who is relatively well off.
He used to invite those friends once in a week and feed them. Some brings something like bread, finger snack or beer yet most of them do not. Buck is not a rich guy. He is living off of social security and benefits from military, I think. Those moochers just grinds my gear. Buck is also disabled. He has got bad knees; hard to get around. Those moochers leave beer bottles everywhere, trashing the place but not helping out cleaning up afterwards.
One of his friends, Tom got a free
bike from some guy and wanted me to fix it up to get it running. The bike CX650 is a sort of rare bike but it was in a very sorry shape. The tank was rusted inside, carbs are locked up, fork seals are gone, its seat missing, no front brake, ( no caliper, no reservoir) bald tires front and rear and so on. It was basically a parts bike. I told him that would cost him 400 bucks on just parts and chemicals easy. He got pissed. He thought that I would fix it for a couple hundred bucks or something since I worked on Buck’s bikes for nothing before. I don’t mind doing that for Buck; I drink his beer when I visit him and he hooks me up on motorcycle magazines and books here and there. And more importantly he is my friend. Tom is just a guy I know through Buck. He is not my friend. It is annoying that I felt like Tom was valuing my time very little. Buck defends him, though as a good friend. “Oh, he doesn’t have any money…." I did not have any money when I was in school. I wanted a bike but did not get one. Because I have a functional brain that told me I could not afford it. I guess Tom is not very bright. He is 62 years old, a semi retired house painter. I wanted to tell him to go get a job like a greeter at a Wal-Mart or something. But I did not, just because I value the friendship with my friend Buck.
Later on, two people started to live at Buck's place. One in upstairs and one in basement. They are in 40's and 30's I think. They pay very little to stay there. I can't stand either one of them. So I quit visiting Buck altogether. Now I only talk to him through emails and such.
I used to tell Buck that I wanted to be just like him when I grow up- except his disabilities and mooching hippie friends.
You know, it makes laugh that older folks bitching about younger generation/ millennials being lazy, spoiled, entitled and such. I see those losers in every generation and they stay that way regardless of age.