Not that any of you reading this know who my friends are, I lost an old friend yesterday. He didn't die but he isn't happy with me. All I asked him to do was deactivate my PSN from his ps3 so I could give my older brother in college dlc. I gave dlc to Dustin for free originally as a favor from a friend but he didn't play the game it went to anymore. I asked him to deactivate the account and he said he didn't know how and that he was at his grandma's. Then when he got home he said he knew how but didn't feel up to it. He said he was too lazy. After asking repeatedly he said, "that's my dlc. My property. If you want it back it'll cost you $20." that's a federal offense for one. Two, it's not his property, nor his place to tell me that he still has a right to MY account. I told him I was not paying him and I'd rather not have to come to his house and deactivate it myself. And if I had to I'd like to see him try to stop me. He then said it would cost $30. Let's do basic math. Dlc cost $15. Dustin asked demanded 20 then 30. He wanted twice what the dlc is worth. I yelled at him and said I wanted the old Dustin back because the new Dustin is "an asshole and needs to figure out just who his friends are." he made the comparison of a store selling a product and then asking for it back. One small problem with your comparison bud. I didn't charge you jack squat. It was free. If anything you owe ME money for ripping me off and lying to me about if I pay you $5 more then you'll share dlc with me. Instead he freaking blew it on dlc for a game I don't have after he promised me he would buy it for a game we share. He has lied, extorted, and stabbed me in the back. He thinks he is a hard ass. I got done talking with him with my blood pressure through the roof, and I was shaking I was so mad. He is the only non furry who knows I'm a furry that I know. He tried to pull some of the furry slander cards. The last thing I said to him before he blocked my number from his phone was "I did NOT lose a friend today. I lost him a damn long time ago. I've just been putting up with the asshole in his place." he complained a week prior as to why we weren't as close as we used to be. That's why. Because he isn't the Dustin I trusted my most personal secret with. He isn't the Dustin whose home I visited and had a bonfire with. That Dustin is dead. He said he didn't ever want to see or talk to me again. Saddest part is, his friends are more my friends than his. I won't make them chose. That's beyond cruel. They did nothing. We have sat at the same table at school for breakfast and lunch the past two years. I guess he is gonna have to find another table. After the argument I was ready to fist fight him. I'm stronger than he is. I'm faster than he is. And I'm smarter than he is. The only thing that is keeping me from fighting him is I believe somewhere deep down, Dustin, the one who was my best friend, is still there. And I'm sure he is hurting. As am I. He said I put down my friends constantly, but most people aggrevate their friends and give them a hard time. It's how they know theyre your friend. but being the "saint" he is he has the right to call out my imperfections. My flaws. Anyways, I just needed to get all of that off my chest. I know you probably don't like hearing about my problems.