I need you to listen for just a second. I don’t care if you only shop at thrift stores. And I don’t care if you read nothing but classic novels. It is not important to me whether you are thirteen or thirty four, foreign or native, thin or overweight. I will not judge you. It does not matter to me what kind of statment you’re making while you lead a vegan lifestyle or if you love steaks and fried eggs. Love sex, hate drugs, do cocaine. I’m not interested in how superior your taste in underground music is. I couldn’t care less if you are wearing urban outfitters jeans, thrifted shoes, or a Hollister polo. It is not important to me whether you are a writer, a dreamer, a painter, a gas station clerk, or if you’re living off food stamps.
I don’t give a shit if you are a hippie, a half-assed hipster, an atheist, a devoted Christian, wealthy, dirty, catholic, homeless, jewish, Buddhist, a smoker, a drinker, clean, or shy, I will not judge you. It doesn’t matter to me how extensive your vocabulary may be, which independent films you’ve seen, what books you’ve read, how high your IQ is. I will still open the door for you. I promise, and I will let you sit near me if another seat is unavailable. Even if you don’t like what I believe in and even if I disagree with some of your ideas. I will fucking respect you. I will offer you some common decency, and not because it’s right, and not because you deserve it, but because that is what makes sense to me.
I’m a shadow. Neurotic, opaque, and drunk with fascination. I’m your friend. And you don’t have to impress me, because I’m not here to impress you.