jesus fucking christ andie, it's goddamn easter and you can't even answer the phone. you're not here, none of you spoiled brats are here. do you even know how fucking ungrateful that is? that you three would be so damn selfish on a holiday. i shouldn't even be surprised. i know you think you're better than me, you're not fucking better than me. just because you don't drink now, like that makes you some kind of saint or some shit and you just assume that i've had a few like you know anything. pick up the phone, you thoughtless pain in the ass. if you want something to be bent out of shape over, you're not too old for me to give you something. get off your high horse and fucking call back your father. bye.