There used to be a crazy guy that lived down the streets from my folks with delusions that are about as bad as Chris’. The thing was his delusions started back in high school according to all the neighbors who had been there a long time and he had a habit of wandering the neighborhood with this other autistic guy (who is convinced wrestling is real and can’t distinguish reality from fiction himself) and an illegal immigrant that was mostly normal but would basically use them for their tugboat to buy him McDonalds and beer. The trio would drop by when I had friends over and say crazy shit, bum cigarettes, and the illegal would always show us pictures of how his family back home was doing and try to interact with the autistics as little as possible. It was actually like a real life version of what I imagine Chris would be like if he wasn’t a tomgirl and had friends.
And some of these delusions were fucking intense. He’d ramble on about how he was getting into bodybuilding and developing psychic powers through stem cells and energy crystals and how he could use psychic energy to generate electricity that would tickle his internet girlfriends funny bone. Now I would guess she was a troll, but seeing their exchanges and her appearance she was actually just an autistic girl. When he was way younger, like back in high school he apparently tried to resurrect a dead dog that got run over and claimed he was Jesus. Another habit he had was coming into my garage and asking for cigarette butts... in exchange for a beer. I never understood the logic.
There were some people who lived across the street at one point a guy there came by to drink a beer with me while I grilled some burgers. Sure enough the trio show up. This guy who’s over for the first time is immediately weirded out. But I’ll never forget the delusional guy at one point saying he was turning into Aquaman. All of us, even the autistic guy ignored it. Sure enough as I’m taking the burgers off the grill he removes one of his shoes and “HOLY FUCKING SHIT THATS FUCKING TERRIBLE ATHLETES FOOT!” “No it’s fins developing on my feet”. New neighbor left and barely spoke to me after that. I gave him a spray can of Tenactin and told them to go home.
There are other examples to tell but honestly that’s probably the one most relevant to shit Chris would say or do.
That delusional guy’s mom passed away about the time I moved out. But I still visit my family on like a weekly basis and have friends in the area. So I’d also check up on him from time to time. Sure enough the illegal had moved in and so had this meth head who’s mom literally lives across the street and some random black guy who yelled at all three of them and who I could barely understand all the time. I actually did go over from time to time just to kinda drink beer and observe the shit and to make sure meth mouth and mush mouth didn’t kill each other.
And that was how he kept his house afloat. All of them actually did pay rent and buy their own groceries as far as I know. Between his tugboat and his rent, he could actually keep the house afloat and even make some profit. I mean sure illegal guy did still use the other autistic guy and paid a laughably low rent, and methhead was almost always late on his rent (at least this one was actually reasonable though) and probably got most of it from his mom, but he still managed to soldier on and even afford cable and High Speed Internet. I have no idea what the Black guy paid, probably more than the others though.
After about 6 months the Black guy apparently beat the fuck out of the Delusional Guy for some reason. The Delusional Guy ended up in a home, the illegal got deported (he’s apparently living somewhere else in the US now), methhead moved back across the street, and I have no idea what happened to the black guy, probably in jail for assaulting a tard. Last I heard from the meth guy (who also no longer lives in the area) he is doing good but his meds are very strictly regulated and for a while he had to have weekly therapy sessions.
For some reason I kind of anticipate the same thing happening to Chris with the orbiters after Barb dies. There’s going to be people willing to move in and pay rent, Mark my words. I don’t imagine them being much different than my old neighbor and his entourage except maybe not as violent.
