I dont care that he cheats on his girlfriend, or gets blitzed on any drug he can get his hands on, or that he cant manage money for shit and i end up paying the bills only to be reimbursed later... what pisses me off is that i come back to the house, after being gone all day chasin tail, and when i go to make a stiff drink to relax, the god damn bottle i just bought is gone. oh well.