You and Larry have known each other for years, even before Sal arrived at the apartments. You always thought of each other as best friends, someone you could talk to about your problems without ever being judged. You used to meet at the treehouse; it was your safe place. There you talked about everything, and that was where you were best able to talk about your problems. In fact that was exactly what you were doing now. You had just finished telling Larry how your family never seemed to understand you, and how they treated you as if you were the black sheep of the family.

"Fuck man...no wonder you treat them like assholes, they are."

Larry replied, giving you a few pats on the back

"Try not to give it too much thought...and think about the day when you'll leave and tell them all to fuck off."

He laughed.