I Would Rather Have No Friends Than Fake Friends

I was impaired and alone. All he asked is I sit in his car as he drank giving him advice on his built up feelings about life and love. One night we drank so much he started crying.We had to get to her. His whole life had been a broken hopeless mangled tragedy of existence to the point where both our happiness. I wasn't sure what to say..he cryed and said he could talk to me easily about life because of my mother. I decided that night that it was time to take him to a town that cast me to the shadows and give him what I had been intent on obtaining for my happiness and sanity since I was 19. Even if it meant losing her because that night..I I had finally felt the conclusion that I loved him more than me. I missed my son back home and inside started to prepare to be the odd man out for a world that would view him as a peace of ass before I got to her.