- Joined
- Sep 11, 2019
Back in middle school I was friends with a kid who was a high-functioning autist. Most of the time he was pretty normal (though you could tell by his speech patterns that he had some sort of disability) and he was generally a fun person to be around. Anyway, he was a complete Pokemon sperg, and would get mad if you made fun of any of the designs, or implied that his favourites were bad in any way. The guy carried an old fanny pack of Pokemon cards around, and every once in a while he would take a stack of cards out and start reading them out loud to himself. He also once freaked out at a couple of classmates who were antagonizing him about Pokemon, until a few of us had to literally drag him away before he started throwing punches.
Reminiscing about this dude makes me sad though, because his story did not end well. A couple of years after I lost contact with him, there was some sort of "choking game" where you would asphyxiate yourself to get a bit of a high. Well, he did this, and what with him being retarded, he couldn't figure out how to get the belt (or whatever he used) off his neck, and passed away.
Whenever I remember him and think of how tragically his life ended, it does give me a bit of a smile to imagine him talking God's ear off about which Pokemon are the best, and how his would totally win every fight.
Godspeed mate, Godspeed.
Reminiscing about this dude makes me sad though, because his story did not end well. A couple of years after I lost contact with him, there was some sort of "choking game" where you would asphyxiate yourself to get a bit of a high. Well, he did this, and what with him being retarded, he couldn't figure out how to get the belt (or whatever he used) off his neck, and passed away.
Whenever I remember him and think of how tragically his life ended, it does give me a bit of a smile to imagine him talking God's ear off about which Pokemon are the best, and how his would totally win every fight.
Godspeed mate, Godspeed.
