I
had one. He was my best friend in HS. We were in a band together. But after HS, he dropped out after 1 semester at college. He basically became a bum. The dude loved weed. He never had money and when he did he spent it all on weed. So you either had to catch him a buzz or buy his drink or whatever we were doing. I constantly paid his way just so he could hang out with the rest of us. He moved away for a few years, had a baby, managed a Chilis, doing what a person is supposed to do. His girl left him(she's whack) and a year into managing Chili he was either fired or quit(some story where it's
their fault). Over the course of the next year, he's broke so ends up selling almost everything he owns until all he has is a car(that's probably uninsured), a trailer that he lives in, a big screen, and a 360. I tell him it's time to move back here. He didn't have any reason to stay there. Right before he is supposed to move down, he goes nuts and ends up in the psyche ward for 4 weeks. He said they diagnosed him with schizophrenia and he's on a heavy psychoactive. Now he's on disability and gets around $1000/month from the state to live off of. He can't work more than 20 hours a week or he'll lose his benefits and he won't be able to afford his medicine. When he does work 20 hours, all he does is complain how tired it makes him.
We ended up starting up another band about a year and a half ago. Practiced every Tuesday night. We'd show up, smoke up, jam, and have a good time. Then he started taking things real serious like we had to get ready for a gig we didn't have. He started making comments about my playing. Saying I need to practice at home and start taking it seriously. I said no. I don't have time to practice at home if I wanted to and I'm just here to hang out and have fun. I can tell he stewed on that until the next week when we practiced. I knew he was mad because he didn't come over that Sunday before to smoke. He was always out of weed by Sunday so he needed me to catch one. Tuesday came and we started playing. He asked me if I practiced over the week. I told him no and I told you I wasn't going to. He stopped and put down his guitar and went out for a cigarette. I was joking with the other guys while he was outside. He came back in and asked to talk to me and basically kicked me out of
his band.
The other guys didn't know what was going on. They didn't take it seriously either. They ended up practicing 2 more times before it all ended. It was ridiculous and the last straw for me with him as my friend.
I've talk to him at least twice over the past year. Just shoot the shit or whatever. There was a lot of history with us so it's hard just to end it all. I won't ever do shit for him again though.
