My "best friend" from 9th grade used to steal crap out of my backpack. One time he came to my house and tried to beat me up. One time he wrote on the back of my neck in history class.
Long story short: I made the basketball team and he didnt. I am going to UH, he is going to UH-D (a small community college-type offspring of UH).
Nice people eventually finish first.
It's been awhile...