Here Simon was, arguing with you, drunk out of his mind. You were quiet until he said something that hit a nerve.

“You called me again, drunk in your Benz, driving home under the influence! You scared me to death but I’m wasting my breath cuz you only listen to your fucking friends! I don’t relate to you! No I don’t relate to you! Cuz I’d never treat me this shitty! You made me hate this city!” You snapped back, making Simon shut up.