Asked for me. By name.

Me? A mentor? To a teenage boy? Sure. Why not. Let's go.

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It's a terrible sign when I can masturbate to just your eyes in that stupid fucking picture with the baby bird on your hat.

Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone. --CB

In my 20s, I discovered James Dean and Pavement in one single evening.

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