This is my cat, Jack. He has a sister named Lucy. He likes to ride it. She’s been sleeping with him from about April through September. He’s always had friends who have been friends with Lucy. Jack was a really good friend to me in high school. I went to him in eighth grade. He was good. He never hurt me. He said he never hurt anybody. I was really close with some of our friends. Jack was good. All my friends knew him and he went out of the neighborhood, but not all of the ones I knew.
I had a lot of friends who didn’t have a dog. We could spend days together. I had no friends that I couldn’t go hang out in the apartment just hanging out. They were my friends. A lot of times they would come over. I knew they might be older, if they had kids then too. They might have friends older than mine, which I think is a nice thing to have. A lot of them didn’t like my girlfriend from high school (Gretchen) so she wasn’t there. Then I thought, what the hell can the other sister do that I can’t do?
