Ann posted a thread about Eddie Guerrero and it kind of sparked a nostalgic feeling within me. Honestly, its not that hard. I am a very nostalgic person. I like being reminded of my youth and anytime someone mentions Eddie Guerrero, Owen Hart, Curt Hennig or Randy Savage, who are some of my all time favorite wrestlers, I tend to travel back in time, at least in my mind. I look back on those days and hold them in pretty high regard.

It's the same with older television shows. I love being reminded of my younger days and I look back on certain things with great fondness. Just like the guys I mentioned, the old tv shows really take me back.

I remember laying on the floor in the living room watching Cheers on the old floor model. It was a hilarious show that ran for more then a decade and its something I cherish. I'm a family oriented guy. Nothing is more important then family, which is something undoubtedly passed down to me by not only my beloved grandmother (God rest her soul) but also from the shows on television at that time. Not so much Cheers, but shows like the Cosby Show and Roseanne, things like that.

I know, I'm rambling.

Anyhow, shows like that I could certainly identify with. Being a family that survived week to week, like most, obviously I could identify more with Roseanne, then Cosby, but still, both very good shows in their own right.

It's something that's missing from television these days. Life lessons. When I was young, tv sitcoms were naturally funny, but also provided life lessons that helped guide you.

No show was more helpful in my youth in the life lesson department, than Boy Meets World. Many of you may be a little young to appreciate the value of such a show, but trust me, it provided some good laughs but they also tackled some real serious issues that faced people my age. That show, at least in my opinion, I do credit as helping me to become the person I am. I'm not perfect in any way, but I do have a big heart and I do know the difference in right and wrong.

That show taught me that no matter your background, you can succeed. If you work hard enough and put forth a little effort you can overcome the obstacles that life presents you. It also taught me that no matter how much money you have, or that you don't have, nothing is more important than having that one best-friend that stands beside you in good and bad times. The rich can befriend the poor and vice versa.

The show was centered on a character named Cory and his friend was named Shawn. Cory was from a family that lived comfortably, financially speaking. Shawn was a stark contrast. He came from a poor family that moved around a lot. I can certainly identify with that.

Oddly enough, for those of you that read this and don't already know, my name is Sean. I lived my youth in much the same way Shawn from Boy Meets World lived his. A constant struggle, even if not on the outside, definitely on the inside. Shawn's mother abandoned him. My mother chose liquor bottles. Shawn's father tried hard to provide for his family. My father worked himself so hard he's no longer medically allowed to work. Shawn's father died of a heart attack. My father has survived several. Shawn would always rather be some place else, even if he didn't know where some place else was. I was much the same way. Never happy. Never content.

I'm rambling some more. Oh well, if you've read this far, you may as well keep reading, right?

Shawn never found love. Of course its been 13 years since that show has left the air so I'd like to think, if he'd been a real person, he would have by now. I did find love, but I also lost it. Shawn had an affliction that sometimes caused him to feel insecure around people that had more than he had, financially. I've been that way my entire life. He felt those with more looked down on him, which in some cases was true, but largely was not the case.

Shawn had one best-friend. Cory. They were inseparable. They did everything together. Got in trouble together. Got out of it together. They loved each other more than brothers. More than family. There really isn't a word to describe it, I don't think.

That's not to say they never had problems with each other, because they did. But, eventually they always overcame those issues.

Yeah, if I'm Shawn Hunter, my friend Kevin, is most definitely Cory Matthews. I met him when I was 14 and I can honestly say, aside from my grandmother, I've never met another person like him. He's been there for me through everything I've ever run into. He's supported me even when disagreeing with a decision I've made. He also keeps pushing me to 'take back what's mine' which is my ex-wife, but that's another story for another time.

There are a million things about me that you'll never know. That man, Kevin H. that I speak so fondly of, has saved my life in a number of ways on a number of occasions. And he knows every detail of my life, both good and bad.

I can honestly say, and without exaggeration, even though it may sound like it, that I would not be here today if it wasn't for he and his family. Outside of family, he is the single most important person in my life, and to be honest, a lot of my family I could live without. Kevin? I could never live without him.

There was a point where we didn't speak for 4 years. That situation seems so stupid and childish and neither of us can believe we let that separate us.

I won't tell you what broke us apart, but I will tell you what brought us together.

In September of 2009, his father passed away. It was a man that I called 'Dad' out of a genuine love and respect for him. I found out about it 6 weeks too late. When I found out, I cried for hours. I hadn't seen Lemont in a couple of years, but it totally broke me to find out he'd passed. Remember how I said Kevin had saved my life? Well, his mother and father are just as responsible for that. They took me in for weeks and even months at a time as a teenager and I'm forever indebted to them, though neither complained. As I said, I called Kevs father 'Dad.' It was very much like losing my own father. At least I imagine so.

Anyhow, I contacted a mutual friend of ours and here were my exact words: "Greg, I don't give a fuck if he gets pissed at you. I need Kevins cell number right now."

I started there. Two best-friends that allowed something so stupid to come between them. Coming together over a tragic event. It took a few weeks, but we gradually worked ourselves back to the way we were in years prior.

He and I are a real life version of Cory and Shawn.

My hope is that all of you have your own Cory or your own Shawn. Kevin is who I was with the first time I got drunk. The one I was with when I got high for the first time. He was there when I gave my (no longer alcoholic) mother away to my stepfather, Ted at their wedding. He was there for me when Ted lost his battle with cancer. He was responsible for leading me to my first real girlfriend, who later became my wife. Incidentally, she was his girlfriend first, and the one that gave me his blessing.

In case you're thinking it, that's not what split us up.

He was there for me when I told him that Ashlee and I were calling it quits. He was there for me when my grandmother passed away early this year. That man has stuck by my side through thick and thin (minus that 4 year thing) since I was 14 years old. It's almost 17 years now and I couldn't imagine my life without him in it again.

If you don't have a Kevin, find one. Kevins are pretty fucking important. They're also pretty fucking awesome. I could write a book about our friendship. Probably a damn interesting one filled with only truth and no fluff. It'd probably sell millions and I could be rich.

Some things though, are better left between friends.

One day, when we're in our 70's, we'll sit in a couple of rocking chairs, on probably someone elses porch while they're at work, we'll drink some beers, we'll roll a joint, and we'll look back on our journey. We'll smile, laugh, undoubtedly cry a little.

Kev, this is to you, my friend. I love you and I look forward to that day.

I write too much.