So how long did it take for Brian to kick me out? Not that we’re even “in” anywhere right now. The words weren’t “Get out,” they were, “Fuck you. I’m done. I don’t give a fuck about you. Get outta here.”
To which I replied, “Obviously. Bye, Brian.” and walked away.
Til right now. 1:11 p.m. same day. I’d compare time stamps to figure out how long it took, but I don’t wanna.