Once Again

Once again
Miguel came home drunk.
Ain't you guys sick and tire of this?
I know I am!
Miguel hid the bottle in the laundry which I immediatly found.
I told him to leave.
He refused.
He jumped on the couch.
I waited for him for a while.
I jumped on him for good measure.
It prompted him to leave.
He couldn't go far.
No bus pass.
No money.
He has nothing on him at all.
I stole them from his pants.
He came back.
I didn't pick up the phone.
That was the tiresome lifecycle!