John was saying how it is the worst type of egomaniac, to think that everyone around you hates you.

My plan is always to do these things, in this order:
1. Get over yourself
2. Own it
3. Play it cool

All the best pieces of advice.




Driving from Austin to Houston I also saw John's asshole, for like two straight minutes. It didn't even seem weird to me, which I think is a testament to our long-lasting friendship (it wasn't even the first time I'd seen it!). We got to his house, and his parents came home at four in the afternoon to their (now) adult son and his (now) adult friends, drinking whiskey on ice, from the crystal decanter.


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Oh, also, I don't want to forget the story of Scar and Johnny riding their bikes with a twelve pack of Shiner in the back. They hit a bump, the basket flew into the air, breaking three beers. Everyone at Sonic was yelling, John and Scar were yelling, the employees came out looking for blood. The beer was in a plastic bag, and the boys sat on the curb, drinking the beer from the bag, broken pieces of glass floating around. Text message sent to Tracy: "Emergency pick up needed. At the Sonic on Oltorf."