And this struck me...
"Of course he's going to come crying to you ...
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... that's what they do to play on our compassion and sympathy. They play us like a cheap fiddle."
The crying starts when they are drunk. It was way past his bedtime when he phoned to "confess". And he was well into drink #4....most likely #8. So, there isn't even clarity with the confession. He probably forgot he even told me when he woke up this morning.
ARL