Notes

Preston did not ruin my social life. He helped my social life greatly. Sure, he may have some questionable traits (even some of which I questioned during our heyday), but I am still indebted to him for everything he did for me. As a matter of fact, you were the one that ruined my social life. The time I could have spent with him seeing movies, going to Park Royal, going to the AYC, having a jam session, exploring, meeting his social circle (even as early as when I first met him in 2009); I did not do any of that stuff because I chose to hang out with you out of sympathy, being isolated in your den, listening to your whining, listening to your outbursts, and pretending to agree with your idiotic, ignorant, and illogical moral crusades. Sure we may have had our moments of fun (like Tom and Katya), but for every Tom and Katya, there were hundreds of moments were I felt imprisoned and wanted no association with you. This was something which I was in the process of forgiving you for when you seemingly matured and became a respectable person during our rare hangouts in university, but you had to fuck that all up when you decided to move in with me, impose on me, and embarrass me.