Mr Davies.

James is a realist. He sees the world for what it is and he sees the people in it for who they are.  He has the ability to not be blinded by bullshit. I like his blunt attitude, it is direct and firmly to the point.  I admire the way he speaks his mind, the way he is not afraid to voice his opinion and make it known and heard.

I felt my true tongue come out of my mouth and so much more alive when I conversed with James. We think in a similar truthfully morbid way.

James is an interesting human being and unlike anybody I have ever had the pleasure of meeting before in my whole life.  He’s much older than me but I do believe I have an old head on young shoulders therefore age is irrelevant in these circumstances.  I believe my soul is old and has been around for many years, my soul continues to grow with each new experience I have the pleasure of encountering whether it be good or bad.

James is a wise, wise man. He likes medieval graffiti that can be found on the walls of old cathedrals. The graffiti is not visible to those who are not curious enough to discover it, but to those humans who are, like James, the graffiti can be seen from avant-garde angles. I explained to James how I have a love and great admiration for graffiti, which is how we began talking about the subject of his love for medieval graffiti in the first place. 

James is disgusted by the topic of obesity. He says it is not a disease but a life style choice. I agreed with him and we continued to share our wicked, truthful thoughts about the people in the world.  I learnt how James hates gamblers and places in which people could gamble such as casinos. He has only ever been to a casino once in his life as a friend invited he and his wife and he made his experience that of an observer rather than a person taking part in gambling events. He says he felt the casino was a miserable place as he saw not one smile, after his encounter he knew he would not feel the need to ever go back again in the near or far future.

James expressed to me how he has made the most of his life, filling it with his idea of exciting content. He is a wise and humble man who has an aeroplane in which he likes to fly on the weekend when the weather is nice outside.

James told me his wife is an alcoholic. I felt comfortable in James’s company, I didn’t feel as though I had to hold back from asking him any questions I wanted to know the answers to, although the to of us had not known each other long, I considered us to be friends therefore I asked away and he answered all my questions without the slightest bit of hesitation.  I asked James questions about his alcoholic wife and I got a fascinating insight in to what living with her may be like; difficult, tiring and possibly no longer worth the pain and energy he puts into their marriage.

James let me in; he gave me a one of a kind verbal insight into his world. I felt privileged. People around me kept passing comments to me on how they thought James was odd, strange, weird, I didn’t see him that way, in fact I really liked him for who he was and I liked being in his company, the others who were passing comments to me just didn’t get him, for they themselves were simple, self indulgent human beings who I couldn’t care less if I had the pleasure of never seeing again in my whole entire life. James on the other hand is a human being I consider worthy of knowing and it made my day that the two of us were lucky enough to cross paths and collide with one another.