Thanks To Opuss

She was new, I was new.
All it took was one glance. One glance that could see through all the similarities.
Hooray, I thought.
I remembered finding her one day. I read her.
And we both published our differences.
Too soon? Too late? Our friendship was already established.
Who is she?
She is Araya. She is bleached, beaten up, dyed hair. She is the perfect combination of rock and roll and everything in between. She is the one Canadian friend I have. She is antisocial, but you'll learn to adapt. She is filled with cruel adult humor. She is making nonsense noises when words can't find their way. She is grey eyes. She is jackets and jeans, put quite simply: comfort. She is a teenage dirtbag. She is the one I talk to about music with. She is hilarious, and would be even more of a treat in real life. She is beautiful in every single way. She is Araya JJ Kurt Fuller, and she is my friend.