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What this dude needed on this particularly irrational, blind drunk of a post-clubbing text rant was two Gatorades and at least 10 hours of sleep to process the booze and whatever else might've been in his system. The judgment was nonexistent, and after he went seven kinds of crazy on his girlfriend, we witness the rapid expiration of an otherwise 'allegedly' normal relationship. I'm just sitting here, scratching my head, convinced that he had to have shown some other signs before this blowup.