S was J's right hand man, and arguably a worse enabler of his shit than I was. S was always cool to me but, being a consistent huffer of gasoline and duster (i'm walkin' on sunshine!), his mindset was a little...off. He lived with his grandparents (I believe his mother passed and his dad was a bit of a lolcow himself), and would nonchalantly smoke weed and get belligerently drunk in his room (one time ended with an argument between his grandparents and him that ended with me and J's ex getting kicked out of the house). However, whereas J had the "batshit crazy (pseudo) intellectual" thing going on, S was decidedly a little slower. I once watched him take ten minutes to search YouTube for one Doors song. Despite his visibly lower than average IQ, him and J managed to invent their own language, which I won't reveal the functions of for the sake of powerlevelling. But, like, goddamn, him and J would fluently speak it to each other while everyone else would just watch in awe. The only other person who picked up on it and could speak it fluently was J2, who he ended up becoming besties with. For about a month. They both got deep into K2 (synthetic weed) and, from what I heard, got into a legitimate fight over who got to smoke the resin of some of that shit after scraping it off of a tinfoil pipe (Oh yeah, NO ONE could roll a tinny like S. I guess his grandparents constantly trashing his paraphernalia honed his skill for that). One night, while they were hanging out, drinking, taking xanax, etc. S apparently made enough noise to anger J2's dad. J2's dad told them to turn it down. S's response? Punch the guy in the face. This ended up turning into a full on fight, with J2's dad apparently laying the goddamn smack down on poor benzo inhibited S. 3 days later, S later told me, he woke up in a rehab with no recollection of how he'd gotten there. And sure enough, no one from back home would take his calls. The guy burned most of his bridges in the span of 48 hours and couldn't remember a lick of it. I'd feel bad, but that's what happens when you take 3 bars and start drinkin'.
The real kicker is that, when that latter event happened, S was already on felony probation for a whole lotta theft (there was a lot more to it than that, but again, not tryin' to show my powerlevel here), but for whatever reason, the courts straight up refused to punish him for violating any terms of his probation. Failed drug tests? send him to rehab. PO comes over for a surprise visit and finds a bowl? Throws it out and doesn't speak of it again. Doesn't call when he's supposed to? Doesn't matter. I have absolutely no idea how he got off of probation. The last time I saw him in person was the night me and J's ex got kicked out of his house. I've talked to him through FB since, but that's about it. Never pulled any shit on me, but his antics were certainly lolcow worthy, especially the shit I sadly wasn't around for. But at least I got his scientific explanation for why saving drunk piss was a good way to cure hangovers, and saw him say "9/11 happened in 1997 right?" in a completely sincere manner.