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i think we all had that friend. don't want to spoil anything... pfft... if i can find that groove, again.I totally understand the schizophrenia disorder on a personal level as an observation from life. Growing up I had a life long friend that was taken from me by this disorder.
me and Troy were buddies at a brother level. His father was a Vietnam veteran. I was not aware growing up next to Troy that his father was a paranoid schizophrenic. We did lots of drugs with his father. Sometimes when we would do certain substances his dad would totally loose it and we would have to get away from him because of the raging fits he would experience. Lilttle did I no at the time the results of the rage was caused from the medications he was taking for the schizophrenia.
as time passed, into me and troys high school years Troy became more shall we say withdrawn and distant from regular daily destructive activities that me and him used to accomplish.
finally one evening I was hammered wandering around town after a run in with the local sheriff, I stoped by his place. His mom was a sleep I could see his tv was on. I tapped on his window, he let me in. He was coked out of his mind watching tv.
I proceeded to partake in his activities with said substance. Not a word was said to me. Then finally he looks at me with the most serious crazy look on his face
“ The fuckin government’s in the TV man!!”
“There fucking watching me!!”
“Theres fucking cameras in there, there filming everything man”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do!!”
He was serious, I didn’t no what to say or do. I played along for a bit hoping he was just fucking with me.
Then he started ranting about some shit I couldn’t figure out. I just figured at the time he’d been up to long and was just fucked up.
I bailed on him figured he’d go to sleep sooner or later.
A week later no Troy, he’s gone locked up in a mental institution. When he got out I didn’t no who he was anymore, just like that Troy was gone.
It was a bummer man he was my best friend, just gone.
I never told his mom about that night I probably should have thinking back. But it wouldn’t have changed anything.
I moved on didn’t see him for several years after that. one day I went into a sharies restaurant he was sitting in the back of the place. I walked in the door in the front he sees me stands up and yells “Hay Diesel got any Coke!!”
I was like what the fuck, you on meds?!
He was and still is.
i, too... feel complicit, in what I'd heard, "on the street", yrs, later.
teaser- his lil bro, burned their house down, with a bottle rocket.... that's where their childhood, fired up...