" The distance between us and the maleness of our friendship precluded revealing anything that truly mattered, and at the time I was too naive to know that if you were friends with someone––truly friends––then you told him what was going on ("It's called 'catching up,'" my wife informed me when I asked how it was possible for her to yap with her girlfriends for as long as she did and share every innocuous detail of her life). Instead, I thought that by concisely presenting the most easygoing and put-together version of myself, I was being "all good."

Really, I was just fronting. And Rob was doing the same. "

― Jeff Hobbs , The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace: A Brilliant Young Man Who Left Newark for the Ivy League