Wish some good luck
A child hood friend of mine has unfortunately ran into a bit of bad luck. He lost his job and house due to downsizing and recently moved back home with his parents at the ripe ol age of 31, only staying until he can get back on his feet. I was talking to him the other day, trying to up his spirits because he feels embarrassed and ashamed being back at the very same place he couldn't wait to escape growing up. Plus his parents are bipolar and crazy, always looking to bait him into arguments because they resent being burdened with his presence. Too make matters worse, his parents ease drop on his phone calls and track the websites he visits on a network router. I feel really sorry for my friend because he's a good guy and I just find that pathetic, dudes parents treat him like he's 11 year old child. His story makes me feel good about being out on my own having my own privacy and independence. I shutter to think!!!!!!!! So everybody reading this, pour a little beer at happy hour for my friend and wish him the best.
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What you couldn't be a good friend and offer a couch at the casa de O? :)
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