Jordan, here it is, my man. You ready?
You seem like a harmless dude, and a fairly nice, and trustworthy guy. I am sure your children and your wife both love and respect you.
You seem like the sort of person who is capable of being both a good father and husband, simultaneously, and while sober (which is saying a lot).
You also seem to spend a lot of time online; you've quite clearly invested quite a lot into the world of Diablo - and that's fine, man. You have every right to do whatever the fuck you want to do. It is nobody's business but your own.
I don't claim to know very much about you, Jordan. I want you to understand what that means.
With that said...
You don't seem to really interest me. To be very honest, a lot of the time, I find you to be rather boring, repetitive, irrelevant, self-absorbed, and often (as difficult as it seems to be for you to understand) a fake individual.
You don't seem like the sort of person I'd want to involve myself with on a regular basis.
You also don't seem like the sort of person I'd be interested in sharing personal information or experiences with.
You're not the sort of person I would add on Facebook (Laugh my fucking ass off, I know, but it says a lot).
You know what, though? That's okay, man! Fuck me! You can't expect everyone to like you, right?
And, you know what? If you think Mil and Brett and whoever else are your good buddies, you should dip your cock as far as you can into those butts - I won't judge you for a second. That is your right, as a hetrosexual, white American.
Seriously, though, with all due respect, I don't mind you, but I wouldn't miss you if we were to suddenly lose contact...
At the very least, Jordan, I think you deserve to see the truth, because I believe you're able to handle it.
And no matter what [list of friends] or whoever else whispers into your ear, I think we both know that there's quite a bit of truth to what I've just said to you here.
Regards,
DrizzyD