关于朋友的英语文章!谢谢!

那我再重找个给你,上面的真搞笑,是小学的吧

I once had a friend who tragically, died in a car crash. His name was Joseph; he has always been a sweet and kind hearted boy from some of my earliest impressions. Joseph was a tall and skinny high school student with the hair of the purest Yukon god and a smile that could melt even the coldest ice. He was often eligible, in some ways, better than me. I met him in a school dance, the kind of school dance where girls and boys rubbed their body against each other like having non-verbal sex. Joseph was not very attractive back then; he couldn’t find a partner because of his fearsome intelligence. But he was calm, and peaceful; he left the dance in just 15 minute holding a note full of random code and drawings. I felt sorry for him, he was just too smart. Joseph was a private person, so does speak. He rarely talked to anyone in his own age; trying to find emotion on his face was like trying to find uranium in a city hall. But he survived well, he had his