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Met my friend Lee in 1990, he's one of my very favorite people I've ever met. He's always hated the way society operates, absolutely loathes the system and the sheep who blindly participate/help perpetuate it. At one point he had over 50 rifles and more ammunition than any one person could ever spend. Talked of going against cops and dying doing something he felt needed to be done. Ended up getting some chick pregnant, sold all but one gun and now he's broke still living with his folks he's never left their home and he's 40.
His daughters mother slandered him in court making harsh accusations and the courts seem to unfairly have her back over his. He's just sick of it all, tired of feeling like a pawn in a system that doesn't give a shit about him. I've received the calls from him in the past, always sounds like he's going to end it but continually tells me he doesn't have whatever it is inside that gives a person the ability to pull the trigger. I've had his gun with me for a long time, not because I took it away from him but rather because his parents have called in on him before during episodes and he doesn't want it taken away by the jakes.
So last night he comes over and takes it, says he's going into the woods and leaving this place forever. I hugged him up, told him I loved him and I'm here for him but let him go freely. At this point I feel like I'm supposed to just back off, that's what seems fair to him yanno? But I've lost so many friends it's fucking hard to just do that. Maybe the wrong decision but I went to his folks house to talk to them. They didn't seem aware he was having any issues, but urged that we go find him. I texted him and let him know we were heading into the mountains together, if for no other reason to just listen to him and give his folks a chance to at least hug up their son one last time. He responded in text and just said they don't even have the intellect to understand. He didn't tell me to turn around, he just said they don't get it.
I directed them to a place I had a feeling he'd be and sure enough he was there sitting on a high mound of rubble overlooking a lake with his shotgun by his side. I took a short walk and let his parents approach him first, that didn't go too well. His dad came to me and said maybe I could try. I told them to leave me up there with him and I'd hitchhike back on my own if need be. They left, I sat by his side and told him I wasn't going to try and talk him off that mound or into going anywhere or doing anything. He said thank you, we sat there smoking cigarettes in silence looking out over the lake.
He told me he originally drove further but the roads were blocked due to a wildfire. His leg fell asleep at some point and he stood up and walked it off, then asked if I wanted to go watch the fire. We watched it burn for hours, at the end he and I were both hungry and I offered to buy him a burrito if he felt like heading back. He said sure, we drove home and ate. I left him at his house and he told me to take the gun back with me. Today I feel drained emotionally, and I hope he's feeling better.
I guess I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do. He says it's never going to end and I tell him it always ends, we have no choice we all get our time to die whether we're ready or not. I think he wants his pain to end sooner, but can't bring himself to do it. I don't want to overstep my boundaries as a friend, I would never withhold his gun from him but god damn it's fucking hard to hand something like that over to a good friend knowing this could be the time they finally do find the ability inside to pull the trigger. It's a dark subject, I'm not sure where it's supposed to go but I was hoping someone might have some sort of experience with this. What does a friend do? It's so much more difficult because he has brought another life into existence and I feel like when you've done that it's not entirely fair to that child to just walk away.
Thoughts? Advice? Criticism? Anything is welcome.
His daughters mother slandered him in court making harsh accusations and the courts seem to unfairly have her back over his. He's just sick of it all, tired of feeling like a pawn in a system that doesn't give a shit about him. I've received the calls from him in the past, always sounds like he's going to end it but continually tells me he doesn't have whatever it is inside that gives a person the ability to pull the trigger. I've had his gun with me for a long time, not because I took it away from him but rather because his parents have called in on him before during episodes and he doesn't want it taken away by the jakes.
So last night he comes over and takes it, says he's going into the woods and leaving this place forever. I hugged him up, told him I loved him and I'm here for him but let him go freely. At this point I feel like I'm supposed to just back off, that's what seems fair to him yanno? But I've lost so many friends it's fucking hard to just do that. Maybe the wrong decision but I went to his folks house to talk to them. They didn't seem aware he was having any issues, but urged that we go find him. I texted him and let him know we were heading into the mountains together, if for no other reason to just listen to him and give his folks a chance to at least hug up their son one last time. He responded in text and just said they don't even have the intellect to understand. He didn't tell me to turn around, he just said they don't get it.
I directed them to a place I had a feeling he'd be and sure enough he was there sitting on a high mound of rubble overlooking a lake with his shotgun by his side. I took a short walk and let his parents approach him first, that didn't go too well. His dad came to me and said maybe I could try. I told them to leave me up there with him and I'd hitchhike back on my own if need be. They left, I sat by his side and told him I wasn't going to try and talk him off that mound or into going anywhere or doing anything. He said thank you, we sat there smoking cigarettes in silence looking out over the lake.
He told me he originally drove further but the roads were blocked due to a wildfire. His leg fell asleep at some point and he stood up and walked it off, then asked if I wanted to go watch the fire. We watched it burn for hours, at the end he and I were both hungry and I offered to buy him a burrito if he felt like heading back. He said sure, we drove home and ate. I left him at his house and he told me to take the gun back with me. Today I feel drained emotionally, and I hope he's feeling better.
I guess I'm just not sure what I'm supposed to do. He says it's never going to end and I tell him it always ends, we have no choice we all get our time to die whether we're ready or not. I think he wants his pain to end sooner, but can't bring himself to do it. I don't want to overstep my boundaries as a friend, I would never withhold his gun from him but god damn it's fucking hard to hand something like that over to a good friend knowing this could be the time they finally do find the ability inside to pull the trigger. It's a dark subject, I'm not sure where it's supposed to go but I was hoping someone might have some sort of experience with this. What does a friend do? It's so much more difficult because he has brought another life into existence and I feel like when you've done that it's not entirely fair to that child to just walk away.
Thoughts? Advice? Criticism? Anything is welcome.