Wherein I share my sober call back with an accusatory drunk texting former Mormon, current socialist indoctrinator, with misguided savior complex who is half-unknowingly corrupting the youth while believing that his paycheck, consisting entirely of stolen tax dollars, is actually benefitting the children who are compelled, by gun point, to be in his class room only to become convinced (to one degree or another) that their genitals need a bit of mutilating here & there.
Yes, I have some socialist friends.
Yes I am a bad friend.
Yes I am retarded.
No refunds.