It isn't about knowing someones' name nor what they like. It isn't about being there when something tragic happens to them or when something great has happened to them. It isn't about how hot they are or how much they aren't. It's about being a real friend... someone who doesn't judge them or laugh in the rain with them. It's the friend who takes the others' hands and spins around in circles until they fall into the mud. A real friend who isn't just there when it thunders...but when the second hand passes the minute... I can say I have a lot of friends, but how many true friends?