Old friend

After I drank cold water, I left my flat to visit my old friend. We haven't seen each other since university, and that was a long time ago. Also, I had to go to the bank to take cash in case we decided to drink, and we would, I felt.
When I saw him, I noticed, that he hasn't changed. All the same cheerful and good-natured person, but prone to aggressive behavior if he couldn't do something. He offered me to go to the garden house and sit right there a little. Fortunately, the weather was hot, and the street was quiet.
He was telling me about how he's doing, where he works and what he does in his life. I know, that I shouldn't think like this, especially about a friend, but his manner of talking has been making me mad. He didn't give me a chance to say about how I'm doing. After that, he brought a box of beer and started to devastate bottles of alcohol and didn't pay attention to anybody else and kept talking about his philosophical stuff. I thought, that if I go away from the house, he wouldn't even notice that. So I did that and when I wad going home I just heard that he continued talking, but now alone.
Good Meeting.