I did it. I finally kicked Michael out of my house.
I'm surprised I haven't done this sooner. Real sooner. Well, I did it. And I don't feel a single bit of guilt. "Hey, you ass-hole, you can't kick me out!" "I don't care, Michael, just go away!" Then a slammed the door, locked it, and went to bed. I feel real good about what I have done. And I'm gonna make sure, with all my life, that Michael isn't coming back.
This is the end of my friendship with Michael.