Random Talk

[who is ted danson?]

I see that 2 years ago I asked the same question I would've asked now

going to warn the people he wants dead? edit: posted before I saw the new post

both them and my co-workers because he knows where my office is.

the whole situation is fucking insane though. As he is out there looking for a burger joint, his father is locked in his room of the elderly home. He's not allowed outside in case his son sees him and there is a security detail protecting the building, no one is allowed in or out after 17PM. I managed to use my amateur psychology skills to figure out his game and hopefully I planted an Inception seed in his brain like I did with the house. But I have no doubt, if I had pushed 1 more of his buttons he would've jumped at me. Stabbed me with a glass or whatever for being a traitor. I'm in a strange way glad I discovered his true nature though. For the longest time we had no idea if he was innocent or his girlfriend had set him up, because she isn't a saint but after yesterday I have no doubt he did beat her up. 

Prior to that he had apparently contacted someone else too and that person was a fucking idiot and texting him back something like: "Nintex told so and so that you are having trouble with the police blah blah so I don't want anything to do with you until you fix your life". So I invited him to the bar not knowing I was compromised and he already distrusted me. 

And that guy also set this episode in motion. I thought it was me because I decided to hang out not knowing how insane he really was. But today I learned that he went to visit that guy who is a divorced father 2 weeks ago, the mother is crazy and he is 100% devoted to his kid. The felon told him that he wanted to bring the "band back together" the friend group of 6 or 7 we had and this guy was basically his best friend. But instead of helping him do that he gave him a scolding that he didn't understand why he didn't care about his kid and that he didn't do anything in his power to get his kid back. He had moved on from drinking and playing videogames and had no interest in meeting up with his old pals. And in his scrambled brain the felon made the connection that we all split up because he didn't fight for his kid hard enough and if he would all his problems would be solved. So he changed his mission from bringing the band back together to fixing the problems that prevented that, which now included not having his kid. And that's why he came to me as the second option to help him out.

I invited him to the bar yesterday because he had told me he just wanted to go back to drinking beers and playing videogames and I wanted to "reward" him for letting the house go and not breaking in not knowing about the twisted underlying connection. As we had our first beer, I told him: "Look, we're already halfway there, we're making progress" and he was smiling as he had played videogames in the afternoon. So he asked where is everyone else and I explained how some got married, others moved etc. . After I talked to a guy next to me about cars because he owned 2 Audi's the felon was just staring in the distance. I thought it was the booze but as I turned back to him he snapped and started this insane fucking rant.

It's kind of sad really he wants to go back to the good old times by removing the people that slowly made his life worse. He thinks if they're gone we will all be back together and the kid is the key to get his best friend back. So I've been slowly drip feeding him what I found out, that the good old days of this boomer town are gone and that we're not in our 20's anymore. But on the flip side we can go anywhere we want now. In that sense I'm happy I picked my life back up after years of nothing but work, funerals, hospitals and anti-biotics this year and reached different more productive conclusions. 

And that hits me like a brick as I think about what I assume could have been our last moments as "friends". As I walked him back to his hostel we ran into a New Zealander, he had some great travel stories. Next a cute girl came out, apparently she works the night shift at the bar, Slovenian, just arrived. They both tried to make small talk and he just ignored them, acting like he was above them. And that was it for me really, I shook his hand and left. Thinking that he was such a tremendous asshole I'd rather hang out with the New Zealander or have drinks with the Slovenian and might still, she liked me well enough. Called me a Kingsman because I carried an umbrella. 

Option C - the psycho should run your dating accounts for you