You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you.

They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong. They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool.

That’s because we’re uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem.

Good-looking people don’t have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we’re smarter.

Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love… and let’s face it, you got a big head start.

The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.
My advice to you. I know you think those guys are your friends. You wanna be a true friend to them? Be honest, and unmerciful.