unconditional friendship

I should sleep. But I'm day dreaming about the future, and I like what I see.

But that's not what I wanted to say.

When I was 13 years old I used to hang out with all the "cool and ganzta" people where I live. I already knew back then that I was different from them. Everyone were black exept from me and my friend. They called me Dollface too.

One night when we did what we always did, nothing at all, I went to the guy that gives you the stamps when you're going with the metro. I wasn't gonna go anywhere, and I always skip paying unless I have to. But I just started to sing to him, entertained him. I mean, he was sitting there and was probably bored as fuck. And I who always wanted to sing, hade someone who couldn't escape me and my voice. I promise you that back then I really sucked. But something happened later on, but that's another story.

What I wanted to say is that he's back, and every night on my way home I pass by him and stay for a while, talking and joking. I enjoy it, but most of all I think he enjoys having some company. After all, I've known him for like seven years now. He still remember that I was going up north skiing with my family. How many of my real friends would do that?