Listen, street punk. You're a guy, and you're a couple inches taller, and maybe forty pounds heavier, and ooh, you're in a gang. But I've survived ten years of Catholic school, and I will cut you off at your knees without a blink. Do you understand?
A Friend Someone You're happy to see, Who's happy to see you. Someone You like for who they are Not just for what they can do for you.
