I’ve known him maybe a week. Im new to town and we met in the laundry room of all places. He invited me up for tea and since then we’ve been shooting the shit and smoking together at night. 

Two nights ago he shared that hes a survivor of the Libyan revolution (of Benghazi fame). He’s seen some shit. He showed me a movie about it. 

Tonight I shared with him that I’m bipolar. We watched Touched With Fire - a movie that pulls no punches in its depiction of bipolar - and we sad and chaffed about it and whatever worse for a couple hours after. 

It’s nice to find such a friend.