The waiting game has no restrictions

And I was gonna say, I live with this dude and he sells me drugs... he's definitely NOT my friend. I honestly hate the dude. But, being a person who generally likes peace and the absence of conflict, he probably thinks he's my friend, because (1). I am constantly forcing myself to agree whole-heartedly with every word out of this dudes mouth, regardless of how insane/delusional/and sometimes borderline psychopathic they are... or how little his vocal vomit resonates with any truth or any objective and accurate interpretation of events. This is cause I've learned how our subject reacts to even the most non-threatening contradictions or corrections that almost always occur naturally in any conversation. But, instances where the subject was exposed to a criticism of his words or of his interpretation of past events, this dude will escalate to the point of "flying off the handle" almost immediately. Using intimidating posturing and positioning (which for all the things living room boy doesn't know... he does know how to use intimidation), abruptly escalating tone and hostility, (From normal conversation to enraged shouting match within one response from the other party) and threats of violence. Interesting enough, I've seen the dude use intimidation to get out of fights. Yells, curses, acts belligerent, paces around violently, cracks knuckes, make threats, so on. And what's amazing is that this dude can intimidate people while right now he is effectively crippled. He's fucked up his legs with a blootclot and has DVT in his fem. He's been hella sick with the flu this past week and was pretty much bedridden for two days (in that he spent two days lying on his camping matt on the living room floor without getting up. Most of these two days were spent screaming at people to do shit for him or his academy award winning performance as the kindest, most giving ´hustla out on these streets´. The performance included monologues and recitals of poetry and told of a struggling husstler who was confined to his bed and had to rely on help from his housemates to do even simple things (find a phone, go to the store, make him a foot stool, put a pillow under his foot... no, move it to the right! God damnit, how fucking stupid are you? I said to fold the towel four times and put it up on the chair under my foot. Man, (this is where the tears begin to be forced out our subject's eyes) I do so much for you, brah, and you can't even do one thing right for me. When you wake up sick in the morning I help you out and front you shit. Cause I'm a hella nice guy to everyone... but people see that as a weakness and try to take advantage of me. ( cue attempted "downpour" of tears, this is the scene that will win him that oscar) Do you really think I can afford to be just fronting you however much dope you want all the fucking time? I take a HUGE fucking hit to my profits every single day just from fronting you. And of course you know that I'm going to front you if you act That's the only dope I can do. You probably get to do more of my dope than I do! Outpour seriously fucking his body up by continuously using huge intramuscular/narcan rigs to stabbing deep veins that are vital to blood circulation... and they can collapse (which I'm assuming leads to death). squeezing out fake tears to elicite sympathy. His acting is pretty sub-par. Though I will say that it is much harder to spot a bad actor in real life as it is when watching it in a film. In the moment you can get caught up in a story even if is not told very well

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