My Neighbor is a nice guy.

Name is John.

He's 79 years old. Lived a fantastic life, but now mostly spends his time alone. He has no friends and no family other than me.

He comes over every now and then and we talk about the wars of old. The unions that existed. All of it gone now. But, I am sure it makes him happy and his stories and insight make me happy and that's why he's my friend.

He lives a very quiet

life and so do I. I don't have friends or family, either.