Who are your favorite people to be around?
I’d like to say something witty or emotional like my family or my oldest friend from childhood, but it would be a lie.
It’s my dog
Don’t get me wrong, I like (a few of) my family and my friends, for a bit.
The introverts will know what I’m saying without me even explaining animals, small talk and time alone to re-charge
Delusions of Adequacy 
Around 1964 or so I met a guy (we were both E-5 electronic technicians) who became one of my favorite people.
He was fun. Had that aura, that charisma about him that made you overlook his faults. He was also a damned good drummer and got me free passes and free drinks at a lot of places that woulda cost me some money I didn’t have.
Over time he lost his first wife when she was T-boned in his brand new Ford Coupe. He remarried, and years later his daughter died in an accident, and then his son (drugs).
He developed emphysema and type II diabetes but continued smoking and drinking. He was abusive, coarse, obscene, unhygienic, and even blasphemous at times, but he had that air about him.
Never understood how he was allowed to remain in the Navy, finally retiring as Chief. Talked his way out of trouble, I guess. Just had that knack, that timing, that grin, that je’n sais quoi . . . never got tired of his crap. Kinda like bein in a Monty Python skit. Never knew what incongruous wisecrack or malaprop he’d come up with next.
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