The dude just called me, and told me to "shut the fuck up," so I hung up on him. I don't think he's thought things through, I really don't. He hasn't even called back yet--this behavior is uncharacteristic of his usual norms. Perhaps he's had an adjustment to his cocktail? God knows, he could use one, and clearly could have used one earlier--this guy, at one point, thought he could trifle with Jackstar. Obvious megalomania is obvious. Or, he's just plain retarded... at this point, what difference does it really make?
Grapefruit suggests that maybe his diabetes has kicked in and now he's in a coma, but I am skeptical of her methodology. She's all: "HE'S GOT THE DIABETES FEET!!! SO GROSS!!!", and then dissolves into giggles. I can't take these statements at face value. She doesn't usually laugh at the misfortune of others. She assures me that this time is different--apparently he's a real dick--but my skepticism remains. Research & study continues.
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