The way J treats me with some form of respect constantly baffles me. He didn't know me, just knew that B was my closest friend and that B was one of his closest friends, thus I must be some person worthy of respect.

It's only confusing because of how little he knows me, and how poorly he treats other people that he knows just as little.

He may be a little retarded when it comes to girls, but he's funny and I welcome friends that make me laugh as hard as he makes me.