I'm crying as I type this. I've lost a friend from my clubhouse, over my obsession with London, five years ago. He told me to give London a rest and that I could modify my accent, in order to sound more Canadian if I tried. I told him that I have autism. He told me that he didn't care. he told me that he had a lot of free time on his hands, and that he was willing to do everything to help me. I told him that I wasn't about to give up on London, or lose my accent. He said, "Fine! Have it your way!" I didn't see much of him, after that. I never see him, now. He was from Yorkshire, and he had a quiet, reserved nature to him. He was also in his mid 50s, and I was 27. 