Last time i saw him he was in the mental ward. He called me up after years of no contact. So I went and visited him. I talked to his parents first though as i wanted to know what to expect. I guess he fell into drugs HARD. Shrooms, pcp, various painkillers and psych meds, and whippits. I guess he gave up his scholarship, couldnt hold a job, blew through his college funds, and just spent 24/7 high on whatever he could get. I guess one night he was high on a lot of things and just kept inhaling whippits. (His parents said there were literally thousands of empty canisters all over the place.) He was rediculously oxygen deprived in the brain and i guess he just started taking pcp and had a full psychotic break.
When i visited him, he was in a state where theres countless personalities and identities inside his mind and constantly and rapidly switching between them. On top of that, his mind was basically always experiencing the altered reality, delusions, and imaginative thoughts that accompany an intense psychadelic trip. And i couldn't differentiate that from reality. His social skills seemed that of someone with moderate autism (no offense to anyone). It was a jarring thing to see. He babbled about all sorts of things and told me how the government is building towers out of crystal meth in order to contact the aliens. He told me about how hes been visiting me in my dreams and asked if i remembered that. He told me about an intergalactic adventure he had with skrillex, a large banana man, and terry crews. At one point he was convinced he was the dubstep artist Excision and told me all about his last concert. It just went on and on and got so strange. But one thing he always came back to was how this or that person killed him or keeps killing him because of all the bad things he did once.
It really broke me to see him like this. The guys parents pushed him HARD as a kid to be smart and athletic and always the best. There was swift and heavy punishment for getting even 2nd best. (He had a job working for his dad at age 7 and by 5th grade was learning calculus at home) But in highschool he seemed to really find his footing. He made good friends, rebelled against his parents a bit, got a job, got a girlfriend and a car, fell in love with football and was good at it. He seemed actually happy for the first time ever. Then my life kind of fell appart and we lost touch. I mean i get how growing up like that can mess you up. But he had so much going for him and actually seemed happy. Its just sad man.