As you should be. That’s infuriating.
Me:
I threatened to toss out his things.
Alice:
You’ve said that a lot before. I don’t think he’ll believe it this time.
Me:
He has a shit memory. And I think he got someone to buy him the drink.
Because remember, he went and bought a big bottle of vodka and took my laundry money to pay for a couple of dollars of it.
Alice:
Also possible.
Timmy finally texts back:
Timmy:
I’m going to cry at the beach until my phone battery charges, and then I’ll be back.
Me:
Cry at how badly you treat me? Good.
I update Alice.
Alice:
Yeah, seriously. That’s proper reflection. But I doubt it happens.
Me:
He is weirdly reflective, promises to change, and then promptly reverts to past behavior.
A while back he told me to put him in a book where the other guys kill him.
Maybe I will.
He’s still not back, and I want to vomit.
My phone buzzes. It’s Timmy:
Timmy:
Take a life insurance policy out on me so I can kill myself and you can get money.
You should have me leave.
You can find someone better.
Me:
I should, and I can.