I often think I should just join the army. They feed you, they clothe you, they put a shelter over your head, they don’t expect anything of you. But most significantly, in the face of death, I imagine you make REAL friends. Of course I know I’m romanticizing it, leaving out the bad. Though I don’t think I’d mind the bad, not at this point in my life. But between my physical condition and my emotional/psychological one, I doubt I could get in.