The more I think about it, the more it pisses me off. I've known this guy for aeons, so I wouldn't want to completely say fuck off. But I'll be damned if I'm going to make the slightest effort to keep in contact with this lad. Looking back, it's always been a one sided friendship, ie. He wants to hang out while he waits for his gf to get off from work.
When his life was in the absolute pits, I was the shoulder to cry on. When my life was in the toilet, he was nowhere to be found. I've literally engaged in fisticuffs for him and his family on more than one occasion, but I seriously would have doubts if he would jump in if I were being barraged by a half a dozen St. Paulie primates. Not too mention he's rather negative, everyone is shit in his eyes.
Several times in the past ten years there have been times where he's blown me off entirely. I remember I went to his pad one time about 7 years ago to see if he wanted to go to the gym. I'm literally waiting in his family's living room for a good 45 minutes for him to return from God know's fucking what.
(He arrives)
RIA: Hey man, you down for bally's?
Dickhead: Nah. (walks right on by me)
No, hey how you doing, nothing!
In the past year I've probably spent $500 on feeding this fool, since he was too damn broke to buy himself lunch, and I hate to see any one go hungry. I've let him crash over countless of times because he didn't have more than two squirts of gas in the tank. And above all, I've always looked out for this lad as a brother. Proverbial God damn slap in the fucking nuts! You can't fucking reply to an email?!? But you can play the part of being a social butterfly on myspace!?!? This is why I fucking stay home, like a metalized moose. People are just not worth the investment. I need to find a nordic maiden, and ditch the hip hop loving valley boys whose common sense would make Thomas Paine roll over in his grave.