Donna and I are moving to Madison imagine that. Of course I'm not complaining, I just wish maybe Red and I could have ended on a better beat. We are always at each others throats, never a free moment from all the screaming of "dumbass" or "angry bald man." Gee Red and I have some bond, why can't we be like Andy Griffith and his son Opie. You know agree on things, talk problems over, maybe even be able to stand the presence of each other in the same room.

On other news, Hyde cheated on Jackie and she broke up with him. Though I'm not a number one fan of Jackie or of their "relationship"; I never know Hyde to be happier when he was with her. Of course now he's so incredibly miserable and it does not help matters that Kelso like to rub in his joy over this latest event. Hyde made a cave for himself in his room, coming out for only three things: bathroom, food, and school. I need to get him out of the house and fast; just us guys. That evening I practically have to drag him out of his room, threatening to get Mom and let her cheer him up. Quickly Hyde offers to drive, he knows as well as I do. Mom would talk constantly about, what mends a broken heart. But, come to think about it, Mom might spend the time talking about her "female problem" or Mom might mope about my moving plans. Hyde not one to talk about me 24/7 and beside he rather drink away his pain. That how he always done it and he always says "why fuck with the routine."

We sit in silence as we drive, well except the country music that seems to be following Hyde around lately. I guess this breakup thing is hitting him harder then I thought; Hyde will feel better with a couple of beers in him. I desperately want to tell him everything that happening with Donna and my parents but, but what kind of friend would I be to rub my engagement in his face or the ever ending crazy fight with my parents.

We sit down on the squeaky bar stools after flashing are fake ids, in the right kind of light I can pass for an eighteen year old pretending to be eighteen. Everyone knows Hyde name here, I now recognize this as the bar we found Bud Hyde (Hyde's deadbeat of a father working little under a year ago). Two huge glasses of beer are placed in front of us, Hyde drowns his in one extended gulp he then snatches mine before I can react.

"Too slow Forman, no wonder you always picked last in PE." Hyde snickers as he wipes the leftover beer foam from his upper lip. Two new glasses are brought over; I quickly save my beer from harm of entering Hyde's stomach.

"Hyde about Jackie." Hyde put up a hand to silence me.

"Look Forman, the only thing I want to talk about tonight is drinking and beer nuts." taking beer in hand he headed to a table. "Don't get all sensitive on me, I'm fine-I don't need Jackie in my life to make me happy."

I have to follow him, to keep him out of trouble. See Hyde's come from a long line of drunks, alcohol practically runs through his blood along with the blood cells. The Hydes can have large amounts of alcohol in their system, now how they act when they're drunk is another story. I remember what he said to me after I broke up with Donna; I decide to repeat back to him. "Cheer up Hyde, so you had one of the hottest chicks in Point Place and you lost her, it could be worst.wait no it couldn't.ironic."

Hyde gritting his teeth so hard, I can hear the noise over the crappy music. "What the point jackass?" he picks up the darts, beginning to aim for the circular red eye-he began starting to answer his own questions "that I have trust issues"-perfect bulls eye. "I cheated for no reason but out of spite couldn't be worst then some fucked up promise ring"-another perfect bulls eye. "I get to hear Kelso prance around about all the good sex get-back-together sex he going to have with Jackie everywhere I turn"- perfect bulls eye. "Oh yeah I also loss the only woman-no make that the only person I've ever truly loved"-perfect bulls eye.

Maybe I should just tell him about my moving plans instead. "So Donna and I are moving to Madison in a few weeks, you should come visit us when we get our new place."

Hyde looks at me from the end of his beer, then smiled "least one of us is getting out of this hellhole." We clinked our glasses together "here to you Forman, may your life make more sense then mine."

"I'll drink to that." I chime in with his salute and enter the cool liquid in raspy throat as we drank the night away.

I still debating on who I doing a chapter on next-either Red or Kitty