Yo, my
friends are true
friends. When I'm around them, I feel good, frosted flakes good. Except when they tell me I'm an
asshole and that I'm wrong about things. Then they piss me off until time passes and I realize that they were right and I'm a gosh dang idiot who probably shouldn't be drinking 2 pints of booze a day and asking random chinese men if they'd be willing to give me a haircut.