I’m quite the (happy) cynical opposite—I understand, most people don’t even have time for friends and most people aren’t that special or wonderful…and the ones who are special and wonderful are all fucked up. They come with baggage. All the people who are worth knowing are all fucked up in some way. Broken people, people who’ve walked through the inferno and let the flames of hell lap from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, those are interesting people.