by PlasticandRage Sat May 18, 2013 7:21 pm
I can't believe what just happened. Absolute insanity. Last month I went to a standup comedy show with a few people I know. One of them this guy I went to high school with. We were quasi-friends in high school, as in we had some classes together, would hang out together at parties sometimes, which basically just means we drank too much booze near each other, and we had some of the same friends. So when we were driving home from the show it came up that we were both trying to quit smoking and I mentioned that I had patches that I wasn't going to use because I hadn't reacted well to them. So he asked me he could have them, and there was no reason to say no, so I gave him my phone number and told him to call me when he wanted them and I'd hook him up. So I got that call this afternoon, and I'm really sick still obviously, so I told him he could stop over but then he had to go so I could rest. He gets here and everythings cool, we're BS'ing a little, just shooting the sh**, and he suddenly gets real serious and asks me if he can confide something. So I say yes, I mean why wouldn't I right? And he then proceeds to basically lose his damn mind in my living room. He's talking about how this rich woman scouted him to be in a candid camera movie she's making about ruining someone's life, and that he agreed to do in return for all her money, but part of the deal is that he had to allow her to operate on him, and that she's already removed all his bodily organs save his brain and heart. I asked him about his lungs and he said no, that they were gone already. That prompts him to explain that what's really happening is that these people are actually after him now, trying to operate on him more, and because of the movie there are already cameras everywhere, so he can't stay in one place for too long because it'll make it easier for them to find him. He also explained that during the procedure they coiled his arms, and that they could uncoil them at any time, and evidently that was bad. And that the main part of what they were trying to do was to make him kill himself and that he was starting to want to.
This all lasted about 20 minutes, and I was just sitting here listening. I interjected a couple of times and at one point tried to subtly get him to go to the hospital with me, which coincidentally is about a block from my apartment, and he got really agitated and said the doctors were part of all this. It seems to me that this is what paranoid schizophrenia is, so when I started to agitate him I got real calm, and agreed with him as much as I could until he decided it was time to go. I didn't really know what to do. I called the hospital and was transferred to their mental health crisis line, and they reported it to the police who I guess just picked him up. Not how I imagined I would spend my afternoon.
It's unbelievable how crazy can just walk through your front door like that, and you'll hold the door for it and offer it a seat and a drink.