I'm past the point of giving a fuck...

I went to the pawn shop to sell the last of my jewelry with my roommate. As he parked the car he said "I'm going to call my family and ask for $300 to get me back to Indiana." Fuck me...really? "All right...then go. I've fought all this way and paid your way and sold all my jewelry to keep us a float and now you are turning back?" "Yeah, India I can't live with out power, gas and water. I'd rather be homeless." "So you would rather live on the streets than live in a house with no power?" "Yes." "Cool, then take your stuff, dog and your car and leave me alone." The world froze for him. I love when I confront some one and see the wheels turning in their brain and I can hear screeching brakes. Here comes the back paddle. "India, I'm sorry." Yeah...every body is fucking sorry. I'm tired of being the man.