[Serious]
A long time ago I'd met this kid named Cory. We essentially grew up together and were fairly similar with a few extreme differences, mainly the manner in which we were raised. He was the type of child that would get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. If his parents didn't abide by his wishes, he threw a tantrum, broke things, acted a fool, and they ALWAYS caved. If they didn't have the money, they'd borrow it from someone else (they did repay -- his mother was good about that). He'd dropped out of school and he was very well known with the police officers, who often Baker Acted him for his behavior along with a few of us back in the day. But he never grew past that. Cory has never had a job. Cory receives $860 in SSI and pays $30 in child support.
Onto the story.
Cory had met a young lady on XBL who he fell for and after she'd been rejected by the brute of the people she played GOW with (mainly friends of mine), she decided to go after him. He eventually moved to Utah and knocked her up. They had a good relationship but it was torn down when he decided he'd rather see her friend than be with her. So he moved back to Florida. When he came back to Florida, everything was well and he assisted his mother with paying rent.
His nephew, the less fortunate one, who went to school, helped around the house, did what he could, was often bullied by Cory. Christian once had an xbox and Cory stabbed it with a knife because Christian didn't clean at Cory's behest. There's SO MANY examples of this. Cory's adoptive mother and father also often mistreated Christian by ignoring him or doing nothing when Cory behaved this way. They were so terrified of Cory that they'd do and say anything to keep him at bay. As Christian grew up, he spent a lot of time with me. A lot of my friends and I were very questionable, shady people. Weren't exactly the bring home type either. We did drugs. We fought. We felt we were much bigger than we actually were. We were classified as a gang when Hispanics started breaking into peoples houses because we jumped a group of them that participated at Sunview Park. The list goes on.
But we always took care of each other.
I, personally, never had any issues with Cory despite his behavior and genuinely, at some point, used him as much as he used me. He and I were like two sides of the same coin in that regard. But I felt for Christian.
One night Christian asks me what would I do if someone was treating me like that in my own house and I'd say that before I wake up one night and kill everyone in the house hold I'd just do what I can to get into some fisticuffs and get what I can out of my system, get removed from the house, live in a group home, and have THEM offer me the help I can't receive in my current situation.
Well, didn't think he'd take it to heart. A few days later Christian was being taken in cuffs because he threw Cory through the window and beat the piss out of him. Christian was removed because he instigated the issue.
Cory then threatened his mother because he didn't have enough money after spending it all on video games, which got him removed from the house too.
Cory doesn't really have friends. He has people that use him. I'm about as guilty as other people, but the difference here was that I was willing to give him a shot. I got in contact with Cory after a few weeks and offered him a place to live outside of the situation. Everything was going well and he payed his weight in rent. I was very happy about that. We got along fine up until he started bitching about the living situation because it wasn't exactly accommodating. I'd let him sleep on my bed and I'd sleep on the floor or on the couch. Because his female friend at the time was more interested in talking to me about Teen Titans and video games, he became increasingly hostile towards me and eventually I negotiated with his mother to let him back into the house.
Ironically enough it was someone else that ended up dating her (I had no interest and he confessed to her within the first night which creeped her, from what I was told).
Anyway, fast forward several years. I'm the main person that helped Cory and Christian rekindle their relationship. I helped their family a lot. I felt that it was better to work with them than treat them like a basket case because everyone needs someone, right? His mother after her husband died would come to my house at whatever time to cry on my shoulder because Cory would fight with her all day and night. She couldn't sleep and I'd let her sleep in my bed.
He would ask me for favors and I'd do what I can with whatever was in my power. I've paid bills for them before and the whole nine yards.
I fell on some tough times, lost my job, and ended up living in a car. I came to ask if they'd give me some place to stay and offered $100 a week to sleep on the floor because I got mad depressed when a police officer gave me a paper with homeless shelters and suicide hotline numbers, asking if I had anywhere to go. I didn't but I caved and asked them.
I paid 4 months ahead and they kicked me out 2 weeks in because "I ate too much."
They said this because I was a big guy.
I spent all of 5 hours at that house during those two weeks because I'd found a job.
I had even given them the day before an extra $500 to thank them for the help.
I was told I was a piece of shit and that I needed to get my life together.
Devastated, I left, stayed with another friend when my head wandered, but never too long. A year and a half down the road I get a call and it's Cory's mother asking me for $1000 or she's going to lose her car.
Lol.
Go fuck yourself.