If I never went home, what exactly would I be missing? I pictured my cold cavernous house, my friendless town full of bad memories, the utterly unremarkable life that had been mapped out for me. It had never once occurred to me, I realized, to refuse it.
Being friendless taught me how to be a friend. Funny how that works.
The man who has strong opinions and always says what he thinks is courageous - and friendless.