Let me count the ways...
2004-09-28...10:19 p.m.

#1. Corey said he was going to go out with my dad for a little while. Let me rephrase that. For a LITTLE WHILE.
#2. Dad came home without Corey. Which kind of negates the "with" in #1.
#3. Dad said that Corey would be walking home.
#4. An hour later, no Corey.
#5. Two hours later, no Corey.
#6. Called the bar Dad said they were at: That bar is closed and empty.
#7. Woke up Mercedes because I'm so worried I'm shaking and have diarrhea from my nerves.
#8. Show up at above-mentioned bar, talk to favorite waitress (who knows us both by name): Corey left so long ago, she can't remember when he left.
#9. Go to bar across the street: TADA. There's the fucker.
#10. Says Dad screwed up the message he was to relay to me: "He was supposed to tell you that I'd be back before closing time. He called himself a cab, and he was so drunk he couldn't talk - I had to talk for him."
#11 Corey expected Dad to correctly relay a message when he couldn't even give directions to a cabbie.
#12 Corey has a lousy double-standard. At least when I say I want to go to a bar without him, it's because I want to go with a friend. If I said, "I'm going to go to the bar and just hang out with whoever shows up," he'd have a fucking fit.
I hope he does feel defensive. There is no way he could POSSIBLY think that he could pull this shit and not expect me to be pissed.

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