Thinking Back to July 2k10...
He was on his way to misanthropy. I was the last straw. Once I was gone, he moved on to solely smoking pot with his friends that he only associated with to find dealers and help him along when he was toasted out of his mind. Or by taking classes that led to a career that would give him money and no other satisfactory compensation. He wasn’t the only one. There were many before him, and...
When you’re less than five feet tall, you get used to the idea that everyone that tries to get close to you in a short amount of time is trying to compensate for something/has a major power complex.