My friend Chuck. He is the only person who I can call and talk to for two hours straight about my inability to find myself....about life....about who he is and where he wants to go...about who we are...about what we are not...about anything. He is 38 and I am 22. He allows me to see past the confines of my 22 year old existane and to think past what I know, into what I do not know and cannot properly gauge.