Understanding.

II

They say that smart people are the ones that ask a lot of questions. I don't know about that. Asking questions is sure no way to understand anything important, like a friend, or a tough situation. But if you shut that clever mouth of yours and just sit awhile, the truth filters through in a very cosmic way. And when you understand your friend, that's when I guess you know that they're no better or no worse than you. That they are more like you than you can really imagine. We're both capable of the same kind of crap.

Goose and I did a lot of crap together. And that's because we understood each other. Don't tell me you wouldn't do crazy crap things with your best friend. It's like finding cocaine air, over and over again, without anyone bothering you. You just go out and find you some more cocaine. And you get hooked. The good people- you only read about them in books, and acted like real stupid idiots when you thought about it. And who doesn't want to get the questions right?



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I've done more... but really I'm undecided on a lot of different routes I've taken with this. It's not good at all but maybe with a bit of nursing it might become something.