Oh man, that's almost as good as about six years ago. My best friend had been in jail for the eight months previous and racked up a fuckin' HUUUUGE phone bill calling me all the time. He got off the morning of New Years Eve and we had plans for six months on what kind of havoc we were gonna cause. Well, he gets out and instead of coming to see me, who he was going to live with directly after getting out, he went to some of his more drugged out friends (this was during a period in my life where the I worked 50+ hours a week third shift, didn't drink much alchohol and stuck pretty much to weed, record collecting and dropping acid a few times a month) where he proceeded to blow all the money he saved up on blow. He never called me to let me know what was up, and all of my other friends were having a big party out of town. I was stuck home alone with my mom. She drank a glass of champaign and went to bed shortly after midnight. I sat on the couch staring at the wall.
That sucked.
alot.