So last night, i crashed at a friends place due to the fact that there is lots of asbestos, drywall etc. at the place where im living and my lungs hurt. My one boy is like dont be all crazy cause b’s girl hates you. I go outside and have a smoke with B and ask him whats up with that and he starts laughing, hes like she doesnt hate, she actually thinks your nice but really thinks your a slob and it annoys the shit out of her. We start laughing and start talking about organizing what is what etc. Our boy Dopeys in jail, as is lots of other people but my other friend went to see him yesterday and was denied a visit, given the fact you cant drop money off if your not visiting for canteen, dopeys preety much fucked. We agreed to tryu to set up another visit and call ourt gutemalan mamacitta to come with cause her brother is in the same jail. Later my friend and his partner (i think thats politically correct term) and we start joking around about back in the day and earlier in the day, where they came to visit and we were like we need to drop off a letter and they are like ok cool, then we are like like its to the minister of social services, and they are like is julian and crew dragging us out to an action, and we are like its just a letter drop, and they are like cool, then im like lets all get our balaclavas on, and then they start laughing. The joke that my friend and his partner said was you can never visit julian without getting dragged into some form or other of madness. So we are kicking it and my boys partner is like you can come over whenever you want and my boy is like you need to put some stipulations on that or he will call at 4 in the morning on a tuesday night to discuss the role of the Soviet Union and US imperialism in the Viet Khmer conflict, or show up with many people at some god forsaken hour and be guess what we are doing tonight? DRINKING!!!! TAKE A SHOT!!!!” Shes like thats ok, it sounds like fun!!!! My boy is like trust me, Julians an amazing guy and definatly gives meaning to life, and will help you when no one else will but trust me after 4 40′s of rum and all sorts of political discussion, someone eventually gets bottlled, we both start laughing, and my boy is like laugh all you want cause when that incident happenned it was me, which makes us laugh harder. Im like how is T. doing (our anarcho crazy friend from the urals), hes like i think he left back to mother russia, Canada got on his nerves. We then started talking about all the fucked up shit friends have done to me and how many times through sheer patience, disipline and yelling many problems have been escalated and then solved. We started talking about youth collective and spot collective actions and the amazing results, and how this was solved through strugglle, we joked around that our slogan was we dont care what bad shit happenneds for us to get to where we are going, because at the end of the day we get shit done. We then start talking about our various allies and how to weather the latest shit storm. The question at the end of the day is is person A. solid, or are they like other allies who come and go? I argued that Person A. is solid and gave many examples of how they are solid including that they put up with my shit. We start laughing, and im like no serious, like straight up we have a base of support and all sorts of attacks have been levelled at us but at the end of the day no matter what the state or our so called allies throw at us we are around and fighting because people know us, support us and stand by us because even if we are doing shit in another city we are here and due to the attacks we may be losly organized, but organized we are. We may depend on allies for this and that but at the end of the day we dont do shit cause its cool we do shit to survive. Person A. has stuck by us and whatever shit people are talking about person A. I gots there back cause in many ways they are similar to us and roll like us in there own fucked up way (this does not mean that there is anything wrong or fucked up about the way they roll, its just a figure of speach). My friend comes home and sees that Im feeding there dogs all sorts of good treats and is like fuck julian stop feeding my dogs, did i tell you guys about the time that I really wanted to kill julian cause of one of his antics (i believe it was a late night phone call to discuss the political significance of the split in the bolivarian movement between those who think that Chavez should have taken a harder stand in support of The FARC). I then talked about crazy antics his boys have pulled and how both of us deal with and deal alot of shit. I then decided to go to bed and started to dream that there was this very smart and intelligent woman whom i wanted to have some private time to talk about mathematics (read between the lines) and a bunch of my friends started to come into the room with all there drama so we could not discuss mathematics. At this point in my dream the police came to arrest me which really sucked esp. since the pig was smoking ciggerrettes and not letting me have one. I end up in jail and Kelly is in the cell next to me. Im like this is boring wanna break out? shes like sure, so we broke out of jail, freed some of our friends and then we were surrounded. I decided to pull a julian so my friends could get away. At that point in time i wake up with my friends three dogs kissing my and expanding on the bed which was cute. My friend is like you ass you fed the dogs again in your sleep (i sleep eat at night and dogs usually follow me) and smoked in the washroom. I told him my dream and hes like you cant blog about that they will arrest you and if not they will fuck with me which is what they do after every demo etc. you pull and get away. I swear to god between our friends and hanging out with juniour Bin Laden here its a miricle im still on the street. We start talking a little more and I come to two realizations, friendships like our put up with alot of shit because our bonds are forged in strugglle, both the struggle to survive day to day and the political struggle which is an extension of this.Our bonds are not the type of bonds that can easily be discarded because our bonds are forged in strugglle. You cant stand toe to toe against the state, and have your friends have your back only to walk away from that. These ties cant be broken because these are the ties that bind. Regardless of whether julian is sloppy or dopey annoying or the dogs magically consume food they shouldnt, a comrade is a comrade because strugglle unifys. If the street, the statre and the system havent broken you yet, you become something else you become a fighting machine that still has compassion to put there comrades and the strugglle first. Many of my friends have done time when they could have walked by simply repeating the cops lies against me. They did not because our friendship isnt based on gossip girls and going to the mall or coffee shop politics but rather is based on identifying the problems we face and coming up with solutions. In the process it is strugglle anmd you must be there for them and them for you no matter what. The ties that bind us are ties of strugglle, and while it is true some have fell to the wayside we honor our fallen comrades and despise those who chose comfort, because those people come and go. Yet we will always stick by our comrades no matter what bridges we burn, cause tourist activists come and go but we will always be here.