Sometimes, I really, really hate Howard.
Sometimes I want to yell and hit 'im and throw things at 'im til he finally shuts up.
It's the way those shifty little eyes look at me when I know he's jealous of me.
He'd rather sit round with that ol' codger Lester Cornflakes and listen to bloody jazz than be with me, an' I'm s'posed to be his best mate.
I can't fuckin' stand it.
I just wanna walk straight out the door and never look back.
I never do though. Maybe that's why I hate him.
Because I can't leave him.