The ONLY good thing I can say about ever knowing you, is that everyone should have a good asshole story to tell their friends. You know the kind that gets the same, "holy fuck, you poor bastard for putting up with an ass like that!"

When we first met you seemed like a nice enough guy. Actually felt sorry for you because of the woman you live with, how she constantly belittles you (I actually witnessed that) and how according to you never lets you have sex, and makes you sleep on the couch every night, and when she is drunk enough (which looks like it's daily) she will actually hit and slap you. Did I say I felt sorry, notice past tense. Now I see you deserve her. Anyone that treats you with any kindness you will obviously only betray. Then you ask me to do a few days work painting, fine. I'm not working at the moment and could use a few days pay in my pocket. I go out of my way, picking you up. Why did I have to? Then you drive outside the city for a day, 2 days on Windmill and you throw me $80 with the promise of more (supposed to be $14 hour, remember!) and then... nothing! Oh, and that is after you get me to build a pc for your drunken bitch partner so she can sit and pretend she's gambling when she doesn't have the money to waste on booze and vlt's. So now you don't answer your phone for over a month, won't return messages. So I finally went to who was supposed to cover the costs for the job. He told me that your were paid in full, for labour and materials. Finally, you answer the phone (didn't look at the display huh?) and when I ask for what I worked for, and what you promised. Your response is, "Go fuck yourself!" and you hang up! Then like the moron that you are, you act like a stupid teenager (no offense to teens) and call me up that evening drunk out of your mind telling me to relax, "It's only a hundred bucks!" WTF!!!??? I worked for it, you promised it. Doesn't matter the amount, where do you get off?

You deserve each other, the bitch and the emasculated lying loser, that has to make friends only to screw them over in order to get drinking money. That is THE definition of a loser. I'll get over the anger, and have a great story to tell, while your downward spiral of a life will continue. —Who Needs Enemies, With Friends Like That