I’ve let go of the “frenemies”. You know, the ones who want to see me to give me backhanded compliments and humblebrag without asking anything about my life. I’m happier with my small circle of real friends.

and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness? ~Charles Bukowski

My best friend on earth is my wife.

Most of my friends are dead.

This is how life is, if you live long enough.

Freedom, definitely freedom.