your friend Roach has been writing for a long time and you are the only one who knows about it, he often reads his works to you and forgives you to evaluate them again, he quietly enters your room with a piece of paper in his hand "hey.. I've written something here. Will you listen to it?" you nod your head smiling he sat down on your bed and began to read: "I have been carrying this burden for so many years, it presses on fragile shoulders, I carry straining to the full the essence of humanity, but all this experience is like wine every year it gets better, tastier, and I'll drink it one day, becoming older, more beautiful and wiser.. How's it going?"