Hot Hollywood Favorite Will Smith

You have your friends, then you have the guys you hang out with. The second group is bound to be the most flawed group of individuals you've ever met. There will be times you question why you bother meeting with them. There will be nights of drinking when you question who these people really are and why - after spending so much time with them - you still have no idea what makes them tick.

There are friends, good friends, and then the guys who you feel comfortable saying 'It's me' into the other end of a message machine. A friend won't speak up when you go to do the stupid deed because it's not his business, but a good friend will tell you to get the hell off the landmine field. Then there's the great friends, who won't speak up when you crawl from the bar to go bag the ugly chick because he plans on saving it as ammunition for the next time you call him out. But friends don't end there.

There's also bar friends, friends you only see in passing, friends who only see you between relationships, friends who call you only when they're drunk, the friends you can only when you're drunk, the friends who changed, the friends who grew up, the friend who's got a thing for you, the friends who moved away, and the friends who died. There are friends from class, the friends from work, the friends from the neighborhood, your friend's friend, friends of the family, and friends with benefits.

There is no point to me telling you all this, but it should behoove you to know it. The people who's names we bother to remember have to serve a purpose, otherwise we'd smile and nod and go on in conversation even though we can't remember their name. Ever carry on a relationship with some one who' s name you've forgot? I did that to a buddy's girlfriend for eight months until they broke up. Now I never saw a point to it, she wasn't my friend and she wouldn't be there forever. She wasn't a friend I'd joke around with, a friend I'd carpool with, or even a friend I'd share a coke can with. The only way I remembered her name was because she became an overall bad person after the event. And we always remember the names of bad people. Timothy McVay, Ted Bundy, Charles Manson, Oprah Winfrey, and Judas.

But finally, there's the friendships we build up in our head. Like now, I'm watching "Enemy of the State" and my best friend is Will Smith. He doesn't even know my name, but I'm fine with that. I've seen him half naked and he ain't got shit on me.