Specifically, one dog. My neighbor's dog. Angel. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Bark. Shut the fuck up you dumb dog. There is no need to bark at the air. No need. I have no friends. No ambition. No motivation. I don't want to be one of those people who never leaves. I'm just not ready. Good luck, Sam. I admire your courage, I guess. You keep saying you have no friends. I hope you don't lose more than you'll gain.