I have a friend. I know I can count on him and that matters to me. I also know that he has for some time been much need me. He did not tell me, did not say never because always discreet and modest about his problems and rather introverted. I have trouble believing it ignores its value but it is directed by others. This is why it is dear to me. Me and him we know since adolescence. We have not always shown sympathy towards each other. We became friends after rancor or about various lengths. At the entrance to the high school he proclaimed punk. Over the years I see him more as a rebel, bittersweet as the nihilist provocation. He told me too legalistic, conformist to diverse views. I resented him a little because I admired him for his early originality.