It's called responsibility damnnit...

No, I am not a happy camper.. here it is 4:58 in the morning, and I finally got ahold of someone to find out where the hell Bobby is. That's great that he was concerned about a drunk guy at a party he dj'd for at people we know's house. But damnnit I don't have their number, and yes I gave Bobby the phone not that he's answered it any of the 50 times I've called. I finally got Aleia up at 3:45 after watching the local news ticker on tv reading about a bad accident on Kellogg wondering if the reason no one was answering their phones was because they were lying in the emergency room. Damnnit when he saw that he was going to be staying at their house, he needed to call me. I've had a little girl crying all night for daddy. My nerves are shot. I'm not a happy camper at the moment.