Talking on the phone is something I hate. I talk all day on the damn phone at work, the last thing I want to do is chit chat with some ole homeboy and listen to his ridiculous stories. I don't even remember what the fuck he was talking about because the whole time I was trying to think of a suave way to get him to shut the hell up. So after an hour and 30 minutes of listening to what sounded like death, I said "Oh, jesus. Look, my dad is really baked right now and I think he locked himself in the bathroom. I'll call you back."
Sometimes, I just don't give a fuck.