Jeff calls me at about 11, we don't get off the phone until 2am.
Surprisingly I was more awake at school the next morning then I have been for a while.
It was a pleasant conversation until he pissed me off.
I can remember everything he says right down to the "the rule".
I can remember who all his friends are and their back stories when I have only met a couple of them.
He can't even remember that I got into Catholic.
He knew I was moving to DC though, so he does pay a little attention.
I can't really be mad because he felt really bad and kept apologizing.
I just don't think it's fair that he expects me to remember every tiny detail about him, and he fails to remember a life-changing event of mine.
I see the jerk-face tonight.