“Well if anyone here finds out and knows we’re together… I’m sorry, if that happens, and people, that you know, change.”
*”First off there’s not many people I associate with anymore. And It wouldn’t be anything new, if that’s the case. I’ve seen that shit come and go, I’ve seen people come and go, Some stay, some do not. Look. I’m fifty-three years old. I don’t give a fuck what people think about me. Haven’t in a long while. Some people like me or don’t for no reason. Others hate me for real ones, but that’s because, they’re, complete shit piles. And that’s on them. The people that love me, love me for what I love them for, they’re good people no matter our differences. And if I lose one or two, or all of them, because I’m with you, well then thanks for the memories and have a nice life. I know I will, with you, with or without them.”
“You were wrong, you know?”
*”About what? I’m wrong about tons of stuff.”
“It’s not a stranger’s ears, it’s a friend’s.”
*”Yeah, now, but then, they were a strangers. I was right for then.”
“No! You were a friend, right from the start.”