I don’t count many bad days with friends.  Of course, there are life’s shitstorms—and friends are there in “good times and in bad.”  (Kinda like wives).  But friends—ones worth keeping and doing life’s time with—do their best not to cause shitstorms for each other.  

Steel is improved by laying on damp ground, and the rusty razor gets a keener edge after giving its dross to the dirt in which it has been allowed to lie neglected and forgotten. In like manner, too, humanity, though it lay among the ports, covered with the dust of neglect and poverty, may still retain the divine impulse and the element of improvement and progress.

By Frederick Douglass, Self-Made Men