John means a lot of things to a lot many people. To my parents it means a son. It means hope. A glimpse of their younger days. To my lovers it means promises unkempt, yea, dishevelled. It means a piece of their lives. It means expectations. Responsibility. To my bosses it means a guy with potential. To my credit card company it means a client who never pays up on time. To my friends it means the consequence of my actions from my past. To my teachers it means a sepia-tinted picture of an ever-smiling kid whose eyes spelt mischief. To me, it means a friend I know from a very long time. That friend needs a little help.
