A guy describes his friendship with Danny as a marriage-level partnership. Four years ago they were broke; now they've built 720 credit scores, apartments, and the ability to support their families by pushing each other to compete and improve instead of getting jealous.
Treat this shit like a marriage. Not in a gay way, don't play your little jokes. In a way of, hey, we don't argue with each other, we don't do anything that would ruin this relationship and ruin the chances of us being actually fucking successful. Only like 4, 5 years ago, we were both broke as fuck. We put our pride to the side, we saw, hey, we both have the same goals, we both have the same mindset, we're both tall as shit, we both good looking, and look where it fucking got us. I got an AP, I got a 720 down there, I got my own crazy apartment, I'm taking care of my parents. My boy Danny just moved into his new place, his first nice-ass apartment. This shit, hope he's a little better than mine. Gonna lie, we're in good competition. Not that competition that you and your little bum-ass friends be having where y'all actually jealous of each other. We push each other to grow. I one-up you so he can come up and one-up me again.
