Razors and fire will never be my friends. I used to think they were my only friends. Razors and fire: don't listen to me, give me advice, love me, hug me, call me on the phone, return my calls, go motorcycle riding with me, eat ice cream, like the steelers, laugh with me, try to catch the falling leaves, sing happy birthday, smile, talk after sucking in helium, wear leather boots, and so many other things. They say they are comforting me and they lie . Sometimes their lies are very loud.
You, the person reading this , you are my friend and I don't even know you but you know me.
Thank you.