Dunny
Mr Mark James Dunn is probably one of my oldest and my best (male) friend in the entire world. You know one of those people who you can totally be yourself around, hang around with when you look like shit and not really care, and feel completely comfortable sharing every intimate detail of you life with… Well thats Dunny, for me.
I met him when I was 15. We took the occasional GCSE class together and soon found that we had a shared love for taking the piss out of teachers and doing very little work. The bond was instant, and although we didn’t immediately spend all our time together, our friendship seemed to blossom fully after I came back from Uni a few years later.
Since then we’ve always shared our ups and downs, I’ve been there for the ‘Invincible’ Mark Dunn when he’s needed to vent, or needed an impartial and sensible word or two. One thing we could always do was be honest with eachother. No need to butter up the truth etc, just brutal honest opinion… And he was a rock to me when i split up with ‘him’. Dunny gave me the best advice, and although everyone else around me was probably saying the same thing as he was, his words were always the ones that stuck with me.
Today he compared himself to a car, and me to the exhaust. I’m the thing that all the shit comes out of to keep the car running properly. I love him very much. And I hope he stays my Brother forever.
