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I excel at not making friends. Really, I'm exceptional at it. If you'd like a role-model in not making friends, I'm your man. This null-success is my bread and butter. Self-published instructional pamphlet forthcoming.
I excel at not making friends. Really, I'm exceptional at it. If you'd like a role-model in not making friends, I'm your man. This null-success is my bread and butter. Self-published instructional pamphlet forthcoming.
This is a poem to Jon, my true friend,
To a vagrant like me, a road on which to end,
A beachfront retreat without fence or police.
Against my gusts and drops and shouting hail,
He stood, anchored, like a bastion, laughing—
Silent, shoulders bobbing, drool slathering his chin;
His stomach, eyes, face, and dignity all puckered.