Your best bet for creating an exploitable rift between you and Johnny Dickhole is to start finding ways to get busy. And by that, I mean lie like a cheap rug. Or, shit, tell the truth. I personally find that exhausting. I can’t really be going out that much or having appointments and such. But whatever works for you. They want to hang out this weekend? No dice, your brother just got out of jail and needs some talking to about how to properly de-crime his life. They need you to come over and watch the kids on Thursday? Shit, you just signed up for a cheese-making workshop on Thursday nights. You’d love to help, but it’s ricotta week.
The longer you go without having real, personal contact, the less of a person you become and more of an idea. The idea of you is way easier to forget than the reality. Soon you’ll be a hazy memory. “Didn’t I know a guy once who I used to exploit and take advantage of because I’m a dirtbag? Hmm.” But by then they’ll probably have moved on to using someone else and you’ll have more freedom to take more cheese-making courses. Mozzarella is life, folks.