The Batlord

Dude was a cunt. He'd stolen from a bunch of our friends on a few occasions, was a legitimate pathological liar, possibly harmed his girlfriend's cat (had deep gouges from the cat on his hand the day it disappeared), and was just in general the worst person I've ever met.

The straw that broke the camel's back was when he showed up at my friend's house who I was staying at to help him move and told me he needed me to come into work (he was my manager at a Pizza Hut). He said that I was scheduled to open the store with him and that I was late, but I knew that the schedule said I didn't and that he was lying cause that's just the kind of thing he does. Lo and behold, when I got there I was right about the schedule, and when he found out he predictably asked me to work anyway and I flipped out on him (it's slightly possible that I was still a tiny bit drunk from the night before).

To show just what an ******* he is, right after the fight he called the cops on me. It's not like I assaulted him. It was a legitimate fight between two people, and he tried to have me arrested over it. The twat.

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