Re: [jamie/louis]
I can't you as a laughing stock. I have no idea what you look like, but I can't picture a class clown. And I'm impressed by a jail-break in boarding school, you have skills, Bread my friend. I just skipped, went somewhere else instead of to school and my mom never checked. I wasn't a rebel exactly, I was a skinny kid who went to ballet class and hung around with a lot of girls.
Risk versus reward, my friend. Risk versus reward. If you don't talk, however are you going to get laid? Theoretically, I mean. But self-confidence is fragile, I get that. One knock and it's hard to put it back together because it's all china and air, man.
I probably could actually, because I don't have a problem with how awesome I am. But I'm not self-conscious. Staring at yourself in a mirror every day and getting assessed based on body-parts builds character or unconsciousness, I can't pick which. Like, I don't have any control over how long my legs are, you know? But if I can jump, better than most people can jump, I'm going to feel pretty damn good. So yeah, I think you're on the normal end of the scale, Bread, but I'm curious to hear the sales pitch. I already like you, so it's not like you're selling anything for real, man.