Water pouring into the bathroom sink, water washing off my hands, no more dirt. friends how many do we need as the days go by, sharing the good and the bad, but with friends, only the dirt comes back to bite and it hurts. people are people that does not make them friends, get a new car, is it nicer than your friends car, opps Dirt loves to sit around that, get a new fine woman, is she prettier than your friends girl, opps, hopefully your friend has no dirt on you, and if he does, back to the sink to wash my hands. I have washed my hands several times, erasing dirty friends, now I stand alone with one clean friend. When a friend says to you , I am your friend, the dirt begans to show, my only friend, I never had to say over and over we are friends, because no matter how many times I have washed my hands, my true to the bone friend after thirty years, I have never been able to wash away from my hands.