You have your own star, not the ones they tell you about in textbooks, and not the ones you try to see through a telescope, but it's no worse for that.

On the contrary, your star is a head taller, walks in t-shirts with prints of bands, has a gun (it's a secret!), but shoots only with his eyes.

You have a lot of good, expensive dishes at home, but out of all this wealth, Dave chose some kind of old blue mug. But he is satisfied with everything — why unnecessary show-off if this mug looks the same as himself does in your apartment against the background of all the others? Inappropriate, stupid; out of place.

This fool sleeps in class while leaning on you, steals rolls from the buffet, pretends to be the devil knows who and at the same time loves you, who likes to fall into the library in the evening and sit there almost until closing time.

That's why he always has to beg you to do homework for the two of you.

And Mustaine is not such a fan of books; yes, what to hide is not a fan at all, but he likes listening to you who have read something new. Even when you're mumbling under his ear, not letting him fall asleep completely, shove a sharp elbow into his side, saying, "Hey, i’m not done yet," He only can sighs, rubs his eyes with his hands and continues to listen further.

Of course, it's all extremely interesting and wonderful, but now he's not listening, sticking to your slightly chocolate-stained lips.

"Hey, smartie pants, wipe your mouth, you're covered in candy."

Dave also has his own star: who’s inventing a billion synonyms for the words "fool" and "jerk", wiping mouth with a napkin because always like "stop being ignorant and wiping mouth with your sleeve" to him, and also seeming so right-appropriate in this expensive apartment of yours, unlike him.

But, as always, he just pours tea, sits down infront of you and says: "Well, tell me what you read there yesterday," because he knows that it is vital for you to share this with someone.