He was having a tough day today :chuckles:


Calls me up half drunk and said he would be over in a few. He shows up and is deep into a funk which is compounded with alcohol (always a good mix). Starts rambling about all of the problems in his life but never centering on a single one to talk about.

So I listen and try to help him out by calming him down a bit, but he just gets louder on the porch. After about 50 times of telling him to keep it down (and he won't) I finally have had it and tell him to get the fuck on and come back sober so we can actually talk about shit.

So he leaves his car in my driveway and walks away :chuckles:

Thank goodness his gf and her mom came over to pick up the car instead of him again.

I guess I am just a horrible friend