2012-05-26, 02:00 PM
This morning he was flipping out at the landlady because she supposedly gave me his old phone. As this is going on I'm sitting in the kitchen making myself lunch. The phone is sitting on top of the fridge. In the same place it's been for at least a week now. He doesn't even ask me if I have the phone, or if he can have the phone back.
And in a rage, he pours half of a mickey of vodka into a Tim Hortons cup and storms out the back door.
And in a rage, he pours half of a mickey of vodka into a Tim Hortons cup and storms out the back door.