Trevor Philips can mislead you with his response if you ask him how his day has been. The man is no stranger to picking fights with others, getting drunk in strange places and making friends with people just as crazy as he is, so there's that. Let's just say that a day that he considers as "ordinary" wouldn't be considered as such by regular people.
"How was your day, T?" Michael asked his psychotic best friend. They were cruising in Michael's black Tailgater, along the roads of Sandy Shores, away from the city life. Both of them were still stressed from all those jobs they had pulled over the past few weeks.
Trevor, who hasn't been asked that question in a longtime, started to wonder in his head what he had done, trying really hard to do so with his rage-fueled brain. "I don't fucking know, why the fuck would you ask me a shitty question like that, anyway?"
That was what Trevor blurted out to the driver. Michael responded with, "I'm just trying to be a nice friend for once okay?"
"Oh, thank YOU mommy for caring about me like I still suck dry powdered coke from your wrinkled sagging tits!" Trevor shouted at the man driving the car. Michael suddenly was angered at his friend's explosive outbursts and he made a hard brake in the middle of the road. However, no car rammed into his.
The owner of the car then screamed back at the maniac, "You hot-headed piece of shit! I was just trying to be a fucking decent person for once! And you fucking ruined it!" With that statement, Michael slammed his fists on the steering wheel, honking the horn loudly in the process. "Fuck YOU! You're the one who started all of this shit by asking me that stupid fucking question! It's YOUR fault, Mikey!" Trevor screamed back at the driver. "Motherfucker!" Michael responded in rage as he opened his door, exited, and slammed the door shut.
Trevor also got out, but he didn't close the door, and he tried to talk to his friend who has anger issues almost similar to his.
"Look, you asked me to tell you how my day was, right? But my brain couldn't figure that out, and when I tried to, my head started to hurt, okay? That's my explanation" Trevor then said in a more calm tone. However, his friend was still breathing heavily and his back was turned after that outburst in the car.
Showing concern for his friend, Trevor put his right hand on Michael's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. Michael, however, turned around and landed a right hook across Trevor's left cheek, knocking the psychopath down on the road.
"Crazy-ass psychopath! I wish we've never met in North Yankton!" Michael continued to scream at the man he punched whose mouth was now leaking blood.
"Regret all you want, Mikey, you know you can't change the past," the bleeding man replied to his furious friend. It was different from the usual situation where Michael would try to calm an enraged Trevor, now it was the other way around.
Michael slowly calmed down as Trevor staggered to his feet with his mouth still bleeding. Half a minute of awkward silence later, Trevor then calmly asked his friend, "So, you finally cooled down now?"
"Yeah, I think so," Michael slowly approached the bleeding man and reached out his right hand in apology for his actions.
Suddenly, Trevor lunged at Michael and delivered a right haymaker across Michael's face.
"NEVER FUCKING PUNCH ME IN THE GODDAMN FACE EVER FUCKING AGAIN!" Trevor screamed at Michael, who was knocked down on the road with his nose bleeding.
Trevor began breathing heavily, while Michael clutched his face in agony from the forceful punch.
Michael then staggered to his feet, and retaliated by delivering another right hook to his friend's left cheek.
This time however, Trevor wasn't knocked down; Michael's punch only made him angrier and stronger.
Trevor again attacked his friend by landing a headbutt on Michael's forehead, knocking his friend unconscious on the ground.
Trevor finished his attack by kicking his friend in the side, before he took off running, leaving Michael and the car behind.
Later that night, Trevor was lying on his bed in his trailer bored out of his mind. It was almost as if he had forgotten about the confrontation with his friend in the desert.
"Man, I've never felt so bored since that day in Floyd's apartment," Trevor stated to himself, still wondering what he could possibly do.
With no goal in mind, Trevor exited his trailer, got in his pickup truck, started the engine, and started to drive around Sandy Shores aimlessly.
While driving, he thought to himself, "I wonder how Mikey's doing after I punched his guts out"
While it may not be obvious, he does have a sense of compassion towards people, including those that he had harmed before.
With that thought, Trevor started driving with full speed into Los Santos and eventually reached the mansion in Rockford Hills where his friend lives.
Trevor parked his truck outside the gate, exited the truck, and knocked on the gate.
From the gate, Trevor could see a young, overweight, man open the front door and exit the mansion. The young man then slowly walked towards the gate, and open it, letting Trevor in.
"Ah, if it isn't Chubby Junior, where's your old man at?" Trevor asked the younger man.
"He's not here right now," the young man responded, obviously intimidated by the older man.
"Seriously? Then where the fuck is he, then?" Trevor asked the young man again.
"He's in the hospital right now, in Sandy Shores, we got a call saying he was unconscious on the road in the desert, so mom and Tracy went there to see him," the young man responded to Trevor's question.
Still obviously intimidated, the young man said, "Now, I gotta go play Righteous Slaughter 7 in my room, if you'll excuse me,"
"What?" Trevor wondered what the young man was talking about.
"It's a video game, old people wouldn't understand," the young man said in reply to Trevor's wondering.
"FUCK YOU JIMMY!" Trevor suddenly screamed at the young man's face causing him to stumble.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!" Jimmy said as he was trembling in fear at the sight of Trevor's rage.
"You know what!? FUCK YOU! AND YOU'RE DAD TOO!" Trevor continued to scream as he stormed out of the property and went back inside his truck.
Trevor then slammed the driver side door shut, started the engine, and quickly drove out of the neighborhood.
While driving around the city of Los Santos, Trevor thought to himself, "Fucking Mikey, he's a fucking jackass and he taught his kids how to be disrespectful little shits! I ain't even that old!"
Trevor then drove out of the city at high speed, attracting the attention of cops. "Now I have to deal with these guys," Trevor muttered.
Trevor then drove around Blaine County with the cops in hot pursuit. They were gaining up on him and one cruiser even rammed the rear of his truck trying to run him off the road. Suddenly, at high speed, Trevor made a hard brake, causing the pursuing cruisers to ram into each other, before Trevor made a T-turn and drove the other way, where he had gone.
Eventually, Trevor reached the wilderness near Mount Chiliad with two policed cruisers still chasing him down. "Give me a break, will ya? I already got beef with my friend!" Trevor screamed at the pursuing officers in their cruisers. "Fuck, I ain't got no time for this shit!" Trevor said to himself, before he rammed the pursuing cruiser to his left, causing it to swerve off the road and crash.
"It's just you and me, pal!" Trevor shouted at the officers in the pursuing police cruiser to his right. Trevor then made a hard right turn, trying to ram the second car off the road. The cruiser swerved and flipped over, but at the same time, Trevor's truck had run out of gasoline, forcing him to escape the cops on foot. He then ran off the road and into the desert, trying to lose his pursuers. The officers in the cruiser survived, got out, and pursued Trevor on foot likewise.
The two officers, thinking Trevor was unarmed, continued to chase him down without using lethal force, forgetting about the dangers of the wilderness in the desert.
"I've got home-field advantage here fellas! You ain't used to running out here in the desert like I am!" Trevor shouted at the officers chasing him.
Suddenly, a mountain lion appeared out of the darkness, pounced on one of the officers and bit him in the neck, killing him. The other officer left his partner behind and continued chasing after Trevor.
"Give it up! There's no escape, pal!" the remaining officer shouted at Trevor, who suddenly stopped running and put his hands up, as if he was ready to be arrested.
Confident in his capture, the officer took out his handgun and shouted at Trevor, "That's right! You can't run away from the law!".
Trevor then slowly walked backwards towards the gloating officer. Just as the officer put his handgun back in its holster, Trevor delivered a reverse headbutt to the officer, knocking him unconscious. Trevor finished the attack by stomping on the officer's head.
Trevor then slowly walked back to where he had come from, and eventually reached the road where he was driving. He then raised his thumb up, asking any passing car for a ride. Eventually, a van caught his attention and he ran right in front of its driver's path. Lucky for him, the van stopped just in time to avoid running him down.
Trevor then walked to the driver's side door, forcefully opened the door, punched the driver in the face, literally threw him out, entered the van, and quickly drove away, making the driver yell at him and flip him off.
"So, that's all that happened yesterday," Trevor said to his African-American friend, who was driving the car they were in, which was a white Buffalo.
"At least you don't get calls from your crazy-ass aunt all day," said the driver of the car.
"Is that what she does to you now that you don't live with her anymore?" Trevor asked his friend.
"Yeah, guess it's really hard understanding women," the driver responded, "Speaking of Michael, did you check on him in the hospital?"
Trevor, upon realizing what his friend had said to him, shouted, "Fuck! I forgot all about Mikey!"
"Goddammit Trevor," the driver quietly muttered to himself as Trevor realized his mistake.