He was an a-- or so I thought. Until the day he kicked mine. I was wrong then, and when I had no one and all my so call friends were gone. I had to call him. I had not seen him in twenty-five years. Mostly my own fault. But he listen, he seem different, said he would talk to his Chaplains Assistant who was my step mother at that time and of course her answer was what I expected. But he co-signed for my truck and of course never paid him back. He just smiled called the repo company and walked away.