<PERSON>: Chapter 4
Some guy: “Ah, <PERSON>, my old friend. Mr. <PERSON>, my friend, before I kill you, I must ask you a question. But first, a hypothetical. 417
But before that, an aphorism. I’ve always said that there are three kinds of men in this world: friends, old friends, and the oldest of friends. Back in the old days, I might have called you just a friend, but now, as we’re buried by these sands of time, I will call you my old friend. My friend, it got me thinking—what shall I put on your gravestone? What could possibly encapsulate the life of one of my oldest friends? Well, I think I ought to inscribe the stone with what you were above all else: my old friend. What say you, <PERSON>?”
<PERSON>: “Yeah.” 417