What is a friend?

When I was a boy I had 3 people I would of called my friend. Paul Paquette, Daniel Richer and Guys Baroque . At that time the definition of friend was simple ! A friend was someone I played with all the time . We hug out . We were never mean to each other, we just had fun. Then I moved to the city were I my definition of a friend did not fit what I was experiencing. As I mention my friends on Glousester street were Dom . Richard, and Danny. We hung out together every weekend . In fact it was through them that I was first introduced to drinking . I still remember well the beer of choice . It was Labatt’s 50. Through them I met Mike Lloyd and Fran they were adults but let us hang out at there place to drink on the weekend. I included them as friends. My battles with bullies were also being fought on the school front so one day I skipped school and went to Mikes house. He had a friend over and they were drinking rye. Soon enough I was being dared to drink rye. First in a shot glass then came a dare to drink a coke glass full of rye. I was edged on by the usual macho lingo like “ are you a man or a mouse” so not to be outdone I drank the whole glass. Needless to say my memories of the events of that night were few and far apart . It seems I fell in a tub full of dirty diapers while going for a piss. I remember Mike leading me to the bedroom to go sleep it off but that didn’t work I decided crawl out a window through a screen and started walking home . I remember falling in the middle of Bronson street cars all around me and that’s it! The next day I woke up my face and lips all swollen. I had no idea how I got home. Your probably imagining that I got in a fight and got beat up maybe by that gang who didn’t like me. I wish I could say it was ! In fact what happen is I showed up at Danny’s place with my pants down to my knees. Funny enough you may think ! Dom tried to get me to pull up my pants but I was too drunk so they brought me to the back of the house so my dad wouldn't see me that way. So far I would say that’s what a friend would do. And I think you would agree! For some reason , maybe because I knew nothing about getting drunk I got into my head that if someone hit me I would sober up. I was apparently screaming and crying a lot also! This probably accounted for the fact that every time I asked someone to hit me Richard would punch my face! Yes , that’s right my friend punched me so many times my lip was the thickness of my index and my eyes were black. My sister eventually told my dad who carried me home to my bed. Years later when I discussed this with Dom he informed me that Richard was still bragging about that day! My question is “ what is the defenition of a friend”? Was it Mike tha adult who tricked me into over drinking or was it Richard who tried to keep me quiet by punching my face off. Maybe they were the definition of a friend . Don't worry! I will block this incedent out as usual and remain friends with them.It seems through out my life that I've been hit in the face as many times by poeple who called themself my friend as by my enemies.