Samson had his Delilah, Adam his Eve, and the Jazter had you.
Already, I can see my epitaph. "Here lies Jaz, lover of his fellow men, done in royally by one of them. ↗
Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen. ↗
As soon as you concern yourself with the 'good' and 'bad' of your fellows, you create an opening in your heart for maliciousness to enter. Testing, competing with, and criticizing others weaken and defeat you. ↗
I have to confess that a strong contributing factor was that I had just taken what was probably the first acid ever made, given to me by a guy called Johnny Fellows, who had just returned from America. ↗