Horrorcow Lucas Werner - A man of Spokane, Washington who is obsessed with millennial and Gen Z chicks

GleamingTheQ-Bert · Apr 18, 2021

I hate to be the person who says this, but I'm going to anyway: Do we even know that this Cyril is who he claims to be?

Its not exactly an unheard-of name in Wernstory.

Krathnami · Apr 18, 2021

Maxxicus Callahan said:
Are you talking about the famous fight video?

After seeing this sometime last year I fell down the Wernhole.

Every time I watch that video Dan seems more and more retarded

wenttobermuda · Apr 18, 2021

GleamingTheQ-Bert said:
I hate to be the person who says this, but I'm going to anyway: Do we even know that this Cyril is who he claims to be?

Its not exactly an unheard-of name in Wernstory.

No confirmation that Cyril has graced us with his presence.

If it is indeed the man who wouldn't teach Lucas how to obtain puss puss, then this is a great day in Wernology. Cyril has a unique perspective on Lucas's development. He was there for Lucas's transition from loser to schizo, and could provide context for what was going on in Lucas's life around the time of his first hospitalization.

moseph.jartelli · Apr 18, 2021

Regarding @DefunctGames:

There is a twitter with that name located in Pacific NW that links to this website:

http://www.defunctgames.com/

On that site there is indeed someone named Cyril as seen by the author of this article:

Online Pass Replay: Cyril vs. Lorne vs. August 30, 2015 - Defunct Games

After an epic 3 - 3 tie in our last episode, Cyril Lachel and Defunct Games News host Lorne Riseley return for the rematch of the century. This week's epic news quiz brings us all the biggest (and weirdest) stories from August 30, 2015, including an unexpected Mortal Kombat fatality, Pokemon...

www.defunctgames.com

Cyril please come back. You can fill in so much of the Wernverse we don't know.

DefunctGames · Apr 18, 2021

wenttobermuda said:
What can you tell us about Lucas in HS, and the final event that made you cut him off?

Thanks for the warm welcome. I was honestly a little worried about what kind of reaction I would get, but the more I read through the pages of this thread, the more I realized that everybody here saw that Lucas was (at best) an untrustworthy narrator to his own story. There's clearly a pattern that he has, and so many of you have nailed his routine. He'll immediately blame other people for all of his problems and then act as if they are the worst people in the world, despite all of his problems being brought upon by himself. Was I the perfect friend? Probably not. This was more than 20 years ago and we were barely adults. That said, I do want to add some context to the story and also correct a few things that I've seen come up a few times.

One thing you probably should know is that I haven't really kept up with Lucas' present day antics. I learned a while back about the Starbucks thing (YIKES!!!) and found his YouTube channel, but I only watched a handful of videos before realizing that he was in a real bad state. I'm still close friends with one of his brothers (the 3rd grade school teacher, not Shawn), who also cut Lucas out of his life a long time ago. While Seth was down for the weekend, I asked if he thought his brothers would get vaccinated, and he mentioned that Shawn (right-wing conspiracy theorist) definitely wouldn't and he thought Lucas was hospitalized again for doing something creepy in a park. We decided to look it up to see if Lucas has posted anything recently, and that's when we discovered Cyael's three-part "comprehensive" series. I watched it wondering if I would come up, but he avoided all of the early stuff. That led me down a path of googling my name in connection to Lucas, and that brought me to this extremely long (and horrifying) thread.

Here's the thing you need to know about my time with Lucas as a roommate: He wasn't diagnosed with bi-polar until after I kicked him out. Looking back on it now, the signs were all there, but we just thought he was incredibly immature.

I met Lucas through Ocean Breeze, which was the high school newspaper at Aberdeen High School (Weatherwax, if you want to get technical). I've always had a thing for writing (it has been my full-time profession for most of my adult life), so I ended up being the Ocean Breeze editor in chief for most of my time at the school. Lucas was a Sophomore when I was a Senior, though he is only one year younger than me. He was a relatively shy teenager who was really bad at talking to people, but I put in the work to get to know him and see a good person in there. You have to understand, he didn't act like this when he was 16 or 17. He was shy and reserved, but also liked to laugh and was usually up for doing whatever my friend group was into doing (video games, movies, etc.), so it just seemed like he enjoyed tagging along.

When it came time for me to move out of my parent's house, I decided to move to Olympia with my then-girlfriend Michelle, which was one of those high school sweet heart relationships that was doomed to fail. At that point, Lucas had burned the bridges with both sets of parents and was sleeping in his car with as much Miller High Life as he could convince people to buy him. There's a whole story about how he got his license taken away and how he nearly died from alcohol poisoning on his first day of working at Subway, but we'll save that for another time. Unable to drive and effectively homeless, I felt bad for him. I figured that all he really needed was a stable home and help from friends. So, we got a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia and the three of us moved in together.

This worked out as anticipated for the first few months. We all had jobs, including Lucas, who was able to get hired on without a problem at the nearby McDonalds. Little did Michelle and I know, but this was going to be our first sign that something was seriously wrong. One day, while Michelle was driving around looking for a different job, she noticed Lucas walking the streets when he was supposed to be working at McDonalds. She pulled over and confronted him about it, and discovered, much to her surprise, that he had been fired a week ago, and that he was leaving the apartment to "pretend" to go to work because he didn't want us to know that he was unemployed. But wouldn't we find out when he didn't have rent money? As he told us when we confronted him about this, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

My relationship with Michelle was already starting to fracture at this time. There's no reason to get into that, since it's really just the usual young love bullshit that most people go through when they are around that age. She moves out, still-unemployeed Lucas stays. Why? Because I knew he didn't have any other prospects, didn't have a job and wasn't in a place where he could live on his own. I was making enough at the time to pay full rent and his parents were pitching in every so often because they felt bad that I was paying for everything. But you have to understand, this went on for months. Probably half a year. He refused to look for a job and just sitting at home scamming people on the internet. We kept getting weird letters from people, including one where somebody sent pubic hair with a letter addressed to Lucas that read: "You are a cunt!" This confused me, but I eventually learned that he was tricking people into sending him money for rare Beanie Babies and other stuff he definitely didn't have.

For me, the final straw was when I found out that his Mom had given him $100 to give to me, but instead what he did was buy a lot of fast food (that he mostly thew away) and purchase a Wizards cap, because at that time he was calling himself "The Wizard." He proceeded to cut up his brand-new hat, to the point where there was a big hole in the middle of it. This was the point where I knew I had to send him packing. I've seen a lot of people on this thread mention that I moved to a different apartment, but that's not true. I remained in the same apartment and kicked him out. His mom agreed to take him in and told me that he would eventually pay the back rent.

It was at this point when Lucas was officially diagnosed with bi-polar. It made perfect sense.

In a lot of ways, this was good news. Yes, it sucks that a friend has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, but he was getting the help he needed. Things were starting to look good. He got a big check from the government for social security or something and he used that to pay off what he owed me. He was going to move to an assisted living apartment complex, where he had friends and would need to take his medication. And let me tell you, the medication helped. Sure, he was a little slower (mentally) and kind of in a daze here and there, but he was able to live on his own, keep friends, look for love and all the other normal things.

I largely stayed in his life for those first few years. He and I would talk a lot over instant messenger and he would often come over to watch movies and play games with me. I considered him a close friend. He also liked hanging out with my other friends, like Patrick. (Side note: Lucas claimed in his insane autobiography rant that I called Patrick gay behind his back, but you have to understand that Patrick IS gay. He's married to a man. I was not saying that as an insult or bad friend or anything, as Lucas later tried to spin it.) I tried to get Lucas involved in a lot of the things I was doing, especially the early stuff involving my website Defunct Games and my early writing career. He's featured in some of the earliest articles and audio shows I was toying around with at the time. He liked when he had things to do and felt part of the group.

This goes on for a few years. He lives in that assisted living apartment in Tumwater for a while and takes his medication. And then, out of the blue, he decides not to take his meds. He realizes that the caretakers can't legally force him to, so he stops. Cold turkey. If there's a line in the sand in this story, it's right here. His mood, outlook and demeanor changed entirely. This was the beginning of the end.

Suddenly, the good-natured Lucas I knew changed to somebody who was stand-offish and kind of mean. He also started acting incredibly erratic, in some truly troubling ways. He would take in homeless girls (not women, but underage girls) under the guise of being helpful and nice. This worried me, because one of the times I went over there, I noticed that he had gotten them really drunk and high, to the point where they were basically comatose on his couch. Obviously, this sent up a lot of red flags, and I warned him that this looks REALLY bad. I worried that Lucas might be taking advantage of them, and I was not okay with that. Not at all. I was not going to be in his orbit if that was going on. It was a deal-breaker for me.

As it turns out, his other friends agreed with me and started to peel off. He also got in trouble with the apartment complex for letting homeless girls stay with him. This is when Lucas started to lash out at me and everyone. I would still talk to him over instant messenger, but our conversations were not fun anymore and clearly he had turned a dark corner.

And that's when he got the idea to move to California.

Obviously, that never happened, but he did decide to sell all of his belongings. He hauled all of his stuff down to the apartment's parking lot and tried to sell it. But nobody was buying. I mean, it's an assisted living apartment complex, none of these people had money. And all his stuff was junk. He basically didn't sell anything. So what did he decide to do? Not wanting to haul it back up those stairs, he lit all of his stuff on fire and left it in the parking lot, burning.

For me, this was the final straw. The Lucas I knew and liked might as well have burned in that fire, because what was left was a different person I did not want to be around. I only went to his apartment one more time after that. It was completely empty, with a big pile of garbage in the corner. I sat in a lawn chair as he berated me for being a terrible friend for not buying any of his junk. I told him then and there that I was done. If he wasn't going to get back on the medication, then I didn't want to be around him. I was worried about what he might do.

I didn't hear much from Lucas for a good two or three years. I'm pretty sure he moved back in with his mom and step-dad at this point.

And then one day, out of the blue, Lucas contacts me. He apologizes for how he acted and wants to know if I want to have a few drinks. We meet up and we share a bottle of rum, talking about the old times. He had a girlfriend, he told me, and life is pretty good. He's living at another halfway house sort of place and had real aspirations for what he wanted to do in life. He had also lost a ton of weight. Sensing a change, I invited him over a few times and integrated him back into the friend group. For a few weeks, it genuinely felt like I got my old friend back. But alas, this would not last.

Lucas was not taking his medication. He was lying to us. He knew that if he acted calm and kind of passive, he would fool us into thinking that he was on meds. It only took a few weeks before his true colors came out. One day when he was over, he exploded at me when I told him that I was agnostic and not atheist. For whatever reason, this really bothered Lucas. He started shouting and pushing me, so I showed him the door and told him to never come back. He continued ranting at me over instant messenger, and that's when I told him that I would never speak to him ever again.

I have not spoken to him sense.

For years, he would call me and email me hundreds of times a day, leave threatening notes on my door and car, etc. I got a restraining order on him, which he broke over and over again. It got to the point where his harassment was just part of my day. And then, over time, it slowed down. It would stop for a few months, and then start right back up. It was clear that he was spending his entire days thinking about me and angry at how I wronged him.

The sad fact is that I'll still get text messages from random numbers, and I always know it's him. He'll mock me for driving a car, my politics (despite me backing the same guy as him), joke about my love life (which he knows literally nothing about), and so on so forth. I block it and brush it off, but it's clear that he's still dwelling on that stuff. I suspect that he would still be calling me hundreds of times a day, if not for the fact that he's too busy responding to people online who mock him and make comprehensive videos about him. So ... thank you?

I know this ended up being really long, but there's no way to tell the story without going through everything. There are still a lot of stories and moments in his life that I left out, but those can way for another post. I also have some of his old writing from the Ocean Breeze days, including one article I guarantee you'll do a spit-take when you read. I'm going to end it with that tease. Thanks for listening. It actually felt good to let all of that out. That has been bottled up for a long time.

boner_alert · Apr 18, 2021

So there's a shit ton to catch up on but I've gathered the gist of it is that Lucas Colby Werner, plenty good, more good than all of gen z flat bills, the sole proprietor of magical cancer-corona curing sperm (because he's the only man in his 40s who wants to fuck an 18 year old girl to exist)...

The Supreme Gentleragman, eager to provide a kingdom for the many top quality fruits of his royal loins

Has had his only pair of pants stolen, or has shit in them beyond salvage. The sheer absurdity of this is almost surprising, just because how cartoonishly inept and pathetic can a person be.. Lucas is beyond imagination. But it's Lucas, I shouldn't be surprised

Because this is who he is..

Heavy mouth breathing into the camera from a laying position, talking about how he can now technically date generation z since the oldest of this group has freshly turned 18. His deadened pedo stare twisting into a cunty look of disgust as he quantifies his age maximum of 25 the young, hot, fit zoomer bae must be under for him to fuck, in between his labored breathing/expelling rancid breaths of air out of his moldy, blubbery body

And he farts

And like this comment expresses

We should never underestimate nor be surprised by the depths of Lucas' lows

DefunctGames · Apr 18, 2021

moseph.jartelli said:
Regarding @DefunctGames:

There is a twitter with that name located in Pacific NW that links to this website:

http://www.defunctgames.com/

On that site there is indeed someone named Cyril as seen by the author of this article:

Online Pass Replay: Cyril vs. Lorne vs. August 30, 2015 - Defunct Games

After an epic 3 - 3 tie in our last episode, Cyril Lachel and Defunct Games News host Lorne Riseley return for the rematch of the century. This week's epic news quiz brings us all the biggest (and weirdest) stories from August 30, 2015, including an unexpected Mortal Kombat fatality, Pokemon...

www.defunctgames.com

Cyril please come back. You can fill in so much of the Wernverse we don't know.

I understand the skepticism, I really do. However, I will note that I used the same email address listed on my Defunct Games website (which has been going since 2001) to create this account and even tweeted about it on the Defunct Games twitter account. The thread below (from last night) even has a picture I took from this thread. See for yourself.

https://twitter.com/DefunctGames/status/1383660571426377733

moseph.jartelli · Apr 18, 2021

DefunctGames said:
I understand the skepticism, I really do. However, I will note that I used the same email address listed on my Defunct Games website (which has been going since 2001) to create this account and even tweeted about it on the Defunct Games twitter account. The thread below (from last night) even has a picture I took from this thread. See for yourself.

https://twitter.com/DefunctGames/status/1383660571426377733

Yes, i believe it's real. Someone would have had to do deep research to find your website and pretend. No one in this thread knew about defunctgames as far as I know.

Maxxicus Callahan · Apr 18, 2021

DefunctGames said:
Thanks for the warm welcome. I was honestly a little worried about what kind of reaction I would get, but the more I read through the pages of this thread, the more I realized that everybody here saw that Lucas was (at best) an untrustworthy narrator to his own story. There's clearly a pattern that he has, and so many of you have nailed his routine. He'll immediately blame other people for all of his problems and then act as if they are the worst people in the world, despite all of his problems being brought upon by himself. Was I the perfect friend? Probably not. This was more than 20 years ago and we were barely adults. That said, I do want to add some context to the story and also correct a few things that I've seen come up a few times.

One thing you probably should know is that I haven't really kept up with Lucas' present day antics. I learned a while back about the Starbucks thing (YIKES!!!) and found his YouTube channel, but I only watched a handful of videos before realizing that he was in a real bad state. I'm still close friends with one of his brothers (the 3rd grade school teacher, not Shawn), who also cut Lucas out of his life a long time ago. While Seth was down for the weekend, I asked if he thought his brothers would get vaccinated, and he mentioned that Shawn (right-wing conspiracy theorist) definitely wouldn't and he thought Lucas was hospitalized again for doing something creepy in a park. We decided to look it up to see if Lucas has posted anything recently, and that's when we discovered Cyael's three-part "comprehensive" series. I watched it wondering if I would come up, but he avoided all of the early stuff. That led me down a path of googling my name in connection to Lucas, and that brought me to this extremely long (and horrifying) thread.

Here's the thing you need to know about my time with Lucas as a roommate: He wasn't diagnosed with bi-polar until after I kicked him out. Looking back on it now, the signs were all there, but we just thought he was incredibly immature.

I met Lucas through Ocean Breeze, which was the high school newspaper at Aberdeen High School (Weatherwax, if you want to get technical). I've always had a thing for writing (it has been my full-time profession for most of my adult life), so I ended up being the Ocean Breeze editor in chief for most of my time at the school. Lucas was a Sophomore when I was a Senior, though he is only one year younger than me. He was a relatively shy teenager who was really bad at talking to people, but I put in the work to get to know him and see a good person in there. You have to understand, he didn't act like this when he was 16 or 17. He was shy and reserved, but also liked to laugh and was usually up for doing whatever my friend group was into doing (video games, movies, etc.), so it just seemed like he enjoyed tagging along.

When it came time for me to move out of my parent's house, I decided to move to Olympia with my then-girlfriend Michelle, which was one of those high school sweet heart relationships that was doomed to fail. At that point, Lucas had burned the bridges with both sets of parents and was sleeping in his car with as much Miller High Life as he could convince people to buy him. There's a whole story about how he got his license taken away and how he nearly died from alcohol poisoning on his first day of working at Subway, but we'll save that for another time. Unable to drive and effectively homeless, I felt bad for him. I figured that all he really needed was a stable home and help from friends. So, we got a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia and the three of us moved in together.

This worked out as anticipated for the first few months. We all had jobs, including Lucas, who was able to get hired on without a problem at the nearby McDonalds. Little did Michelle and I know, but this was going to be our first sign that something was seriously wrong. One day, while Michelle was driving around looking for a different job, she noticed Lucas walking the streets when he was supposed to be working at McDonalds. She pulled over and confronted him about it, and discovered, much to her surprise, that he had been fired a week ago, and that he was leaving the apartment to "pretend" to go to work because he didn't want us to know that he was unemployed. But wouldn't we find out when he didn't have rent money? As he told us when we confronted him about this, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

My relationship with Michelle was already starting to fracture at this time. There's no reason to get into that, since it's really just the usual young love bullshit that most people go through when they are around that age. She moves out, still-unemployeed Lucas stays. Why? Because I knew he didn't have any other prospects, didn't have a job and wasn't in a place where he could live on his own. I was making enough at the time to pay full rent and his parents were pitching in every so often because they felt bad that I was paying for everything. But you have to understand, this went on for months. Probably half a year. He refused to look for a job and just sitting at home scamming people on the internet. We kept getting weird letters from people, including one where somebody sent pubic hair with a letter addressed to Lucas that read: "You are a cunt!" This confused me, but I eventually learned that he was tricking people into sending him money for rare Beanie Babies and other stuff he definitely didn't have.

For me, the final straw was when I found out that his Mom had given him $100 to give to me, but instead what he did was buy a lot of fast food (that he mostly thew away) and purchase a Wizards cap, because at that time he was calling himself "The Wizard." He proceeded to cut up his brand-new hat, to the point where there was a big hole in the middle of it. This was the point where I knew I had to send him packing. I've seen a lot of people on this thread mention that I moved to a different apartment, but that's not true. I remained in the same apartment and kicked him out. His mom agreed to take him in and told me that he would eventually pay the back rent.

It was at this point when Lucas was officially diagnosed with bi-polar. It made perfect sense.

In a lot of ways, this was good news. Yes, it sucks that a friend has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, but he was getting the help he needed. Things were starting to look good. He got a big check from the government for social security or something and he used that to pay off what he owed me. He was going to move to an assisted living apartment complex, where he had friends and would need to take his medication. And let me tell you, the medication helped. Sure, he was a little slower (mentally) and kind of in a daze here and there, but he was able to live on his own, keep friends, look for love and all the other normal things.

I largely stayed in his life for those first few years. He and I would talk a lot over instant messenger and he would often come over to watch movies and play games with me. I considered him a close friend. He also liked hanging out with my other friends, like Patrick. (Side note: Lucas claimed in his insane autobiography rant that I called Patrick gay behind his back, but you have to understand that Patrick IS gay. He's married to a man. I was not saying that as an insult or bad friend or anything, as Lucas later tried to spin it.) I tried to get Lucas involved in a lot of the things I was doing, especially the early stuff involving my website Defunct Games and my early writing career. He's featured in some of the earliest articles and audio shows I was toying around with at the time. He liked when he had things to do and felt part of the group.

This goes on for a few years. He lives in that assisted living apartment in Tumwater for a while and takes his medication. And then, out of the blue, he decides not to take his meds. He realizes that the caretakers can't legally force him to, so he stops. Cold turkey. If there's a line in the sand in this story, it's right here. His mood, outlook and demeanor changed entirely. This was the beginning of the end.

Suddenly, the good-natured Lucas I knew changed to somebody who was stand-offish and kind of mean. He also started acting incredibly erratic, in some truly troubling ways. He would take in homeless girls (not women, but underage girls) under the guise of being helpful and nice. This worried me, because one of the times I went over there, I noticed that he had gotten them really drunk and high, to the point where they were basically comatose on his couch. Obviously, this sent up a lot of red flags, and I warned him that this looks REALLY bad. I worried that Lucas might be taking advantage of them, and I was not okay with that. Not at all. I was not going to be in his orbit if that was going on. It was a deal-breaker for me.

As it turns out, his other friends agreed with me and started to peel off. He also got in trouble with the apartment complex for letting homeless girls stay with him. This is when Lucas started to lash out at me and everyone. I would still talk to him over instant messenger, but our conversations were not fun anymore and clearly he had turned a dark corner.

And that's when he got the idea to move to California.

Obviously, that never happened, but he did decide to sell all of his belongings. He hauled all of his stuff down to the apartment's parking lot and tried to sell it. But nobody was buying. I mean, it's an assisted living apartment complex, none of these people had money. And all his stuff was junk. He basically didn't sell anything. So what did he decide to do? Not wanting to haul it back up those stairs, he lit all of his stuff on fire and left it in the parking lot, burning.

For me, this was the final straw. The Lucas I knew and liked might as well have burned in that fire, because what was left was a different person I did not want to be around. I only went to his apartment one more time after that. It was completely empty, with a big pile of garbage in the corner. I sat in a lawn chair as he berated me for being a terrible friend for not buying any of his junk. I told him then and there that I was done. If he wasn't going to get back on the medication, then I didn't want to be around him. I was worried about what he might do.

I didn't hear much from Lucas for a good two or three years. I'm pretty sure he moved back in with his mom and step-dad at this point.

And then one day, out of the blue, Lucas contacts me. He apologizes for how he acted and wants to know if I want to have a few drinks. We meet up and we share a bottle of rum, talking about the old times. He had a girlfriend, he told me, and life is pretty good. He's living at another halfway house sort of place and had real aspirations for what he wanted to do in life. He had also lost a ton of weight. Sensing a change, I invited him over a few times and integrated him back into the friend group. For a few weeks, it genuinely felt like I got my old friend back. But alas, this would not last.

Lucas was not taking his medication. He was lying to us. He knew that if he acted calm and kind of passive, he would fool us into thinking that he was on meds. It only took a few weeks before his true colors came out. One day when he was over, he exploded at me when I told him that I was agnostic and not atheist. For whatever reason, this really bothered Lucas. He started shouting and pushing me, so I showed him the door and told him to never come back. He continued ranting at me over instant messenger, and that's when I told him that I would never speak to him ever again.

I have not spoken to him sense.

For years, he would call me and email me hundreds of times a day, leave threatening notes on my door and car, etc. I got a restraining order on him, which he broke over and over again. It got to the point where his harassment was just part of my day. And then, over time, it slowed down. It would stop for a few months, and then start right back up. It was clear that he was spending his entire days thinking about me and angry at how I wronged him.

The sad fact is that I'll still get text messages from random numbers, and I always know it's him. He'll mock me for driving a car, my politics (despite me backing the same guy as him), joke about my love life (which he knows literally nothing about), and so on so forth. I block it and brush it off, but it's clear that he's still dwelling on that stuff. I suspect that he would still be calling me hundreds of times a day, if not for the fact that he's too busy responding to people online who mock him and make comprehensive videos about him. So ... thank you?

I know this ended up being really long, but there's no way to tell the story without going through everything. There are still a lot of stories and moments in his life that I left out, but those can way for another post. I also have some of his old writing from the Ocean Breeze days, including one article I guarantee you'll do a spit-take when you read. I'm going to end it with that tease. Thanks for listening. It actually felt good to let all of that out. That has been bottled up for a long time.

I salute you for having tried to help with this guy seriously. It’s hard to imagine the idea of a better integrated version of the Wern that could hold a relatively normal conversation, and wasn’t an entirely hopeless case. Its too bad, the Wern never seemed to ever show any appreciation for the hands that were extended to help him and the people in his life who gave him multiple chances to improve. The fire in the parking lot thing is nuts, as well as inviting over underage homeless women to get them drunk and high. Not to mention the fact he straight up lied to you about working to avoid the responsibility of paying rent. The way he can’t ever think a step ahead despite the consequences and take personal responsibility for his actions and choices in life is truly astounding.

wenttobermuda · Apr 18, 2021

DefunctGames said:
Thanks for the warm welcome. I was honestly a little worried about what kind of reaction I would get, but the more I read through the pages of this thread, the more I realized that everybody here saw that Lucas was (at best) an untrustworthy narrator to his own story. There's clearly a pattern that he has, and so many of you have nailed his routine. He'll immediately blame other people for all of his problems and then act as if they are the worst people in the world, despite all of his problems being brought upon by himself. Was I the perfect friend? Probably not. This was more than 20 years ago and we were barely adults. That said, I do want to add some context to the story and also correct a few things that I've seen come up a few times.

One thing you probably should know is that I haven't really kept up with Lucas' present day antics. I learned a while back about the Starbucks thing (YIKES!!!) and found his YouTube channel, but I only watched a handful of videos before realizing that he was in a real bad state. I'm still close friends with one of his brothers (the 3rd grade school teacher, not Shawn), who also cut Lucas out of his life a long time ago. While Seth was down for the weekend, I asked if he thought his brothers would get vaccinated, and he mentioned that Shawn (right-wing conspiracy theorist) definitely wouldn't and he thought Lucas was hospitalized again for doing something creepy in a park. We decided to look it up to see if Lucas has posted anything recently, and that's when we discovered Cyael's three-part "comprehensive" series. I watched it wondering if I would come up, but he avoided all of the early stuff. That led me down a path of googling my name in connection to Lucas, and that brought me to this extremely long (and horrifying) thread.

Here's the thing you need to know about my time with Lucas as a roommate: He wasn't diagnosed with bi-polar until after I kicked him out. Looking back on it now, the signs were all there, but we just thought he was incredibly immature.

I met Lucas through Ocean Breeze, which was the high school newspaper at Aberdeen High School (Weatherwax, if you want to get technical). I've always had a thing for writing (it has been my full-time profession for most of my adult life), so I ended up being the Ocean Breeze editor in chief for most of my time at the school. Lucas was a Sophomore when I was a Senior, though he is only one year younger than me. He was a relatively shy teenager who was really bad at talking to people, but I put in the work to get to know him and see a good person in there. You have to understand, he didn't act like this when he was 16 or 17. He was shy and reserved, but also liked to laugh and was usually up for doing whatever my friend group was into doing (video games, movies, etc.), so it just seemed like he enjoyed tagging along.

When it came time for me to move out of my parent's house, I decided to move to Olympia with my then-girlfriend Michelle, which was one of those high school sweet heart relationships that was doomed to fail. At that point, Lucas had burned the bridges with both sets of parents and was sleeping in his car with as much Miller High Life as he could convince people to buy him. There's a whole story about how he got his license taken away and how he nearly died from alcohol poisoning on his first day of working at Subway, but we'll save that for another time. Unable to drive and effectively homeless, I felt bad for him. I figured that all he really needed was a stable home and help from friends. So, we got a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia and the three of us moved in together.

This worked out as anticipated for the first few months. We all had jobs, including Lucas, who was able to get hired on without a problem at the nearby McDonalds. Little did Michelle and I know, but this was going to be our first sign that something was seriously wrong. One day, while Michelle was driving around looking for a different job, she noticed Lucas walking the streets when he was supposed to be working at McDonalds. She pulled over and confronted him about it, and discovered, much to her surprise, that he had been fired a week ago, and that he was leaving the apartment to "pretend" to go to work because he didn't want us to know that he was unemployed. But wouldn't we find out when he didn't have rent money? As he told us when we confronted him about this, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

My relationship with Michelle was already starting to fracture at this time. There's no reason to get into that, since it's really just the usual young love bullshit that most people go through when they are around that age. She moves out, still-unemployeed Lucas stays. Why? Because I knew he didn't have any other prospects, didn't have a job and wasn't in a place where he could live on his own. I was making enough at the time to pay full rent and his parents were pitching in every so often because they felt bad that I was paying for everything. But you have to understand, this went on for months. Probably half a year. He refused to look for a job and just sitting at home scamming people on the internet. We kept getting weird letters from people, including one where somebody sent pubic hair with a letter addressed to Lucas that read: "You are a cunt!" This confused me, but I eventually learned that he was tricking people into sending him money for rare Beanie Babies and other stuff he definitely didn't have.

For me, the final straw was when I found out that his Mom had given him $100 to give to me, but instead what he did was buy a lot of fast food (that he mostly thew away) and purchase a Wizards cap, because at that time he was calling himself "The Wizard." He proceeded to cut up his brand-new hat, to the point where there was a big hole in the middle of it. This was the point where I knew I had to send him packing. I've seen a lot of people on this thread mention that I moved to a different apartment, but that's not true. I remained in the same apartment and kicked him out. His mom agreed to take him in and told me that he would eventually pay the back rent.

It was at this point when Lucas was officially diagnosed with bi-polar. It made perfect sense.

In a lot of ways, this was good news. Yes, it sucks that a friend has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, but he was getting the help he needed. Things were starting to look good. He got a big check from the government for social security or something and he used that to pay off what he owed me. He was going to move to an assisted living apartment complex, where he had friends and would need to take his medication. And let me tell you, the medication helped. Sure, he was a little slower (mentally) and kind of in a daze here and there, but he was able to live on his own, keep friends, look for love and all the other normal things.

I largely stayed in his life for those first few years. He and I would talk a lot over instant messenger and he would often come over to watch movies and play games with me. I considered him a close friend. He also liked hanging out with my other friends, like Patrick. (Side note: Lucas claimed in his insane autobiography rant that I called Patrick gay behind his back, but you have to understand that Patrick IS gay. He's married to a man. I was not saying that as an insult or bad friend or anything, as Lucas later tried to spin it.) I tried to get Lucas involved in a lot of the things I was doing, especially the early stuff involving my website Defunct Games and my early writing career. He's featured in some of the earliest articles and audio shows I was toying around with at the time. He liked when he had things to do and felt part of the group.

This goes on for a few years. He lives in that assisted living apartment in Tumwater for a while and takes his medication. And then, out of the blue, he decides not to take his meds. He realizes that the caretakers can't legally force him to, so he stops. Cold turkey. If there's a line in the sand in this story, it's right here. His mood, outlook and demeanor changed entirely. This was the beginning of the end.

Suddenly, the good-natured Lucas I knew changed to somebody who was stand-offish and kind of mean. He also started acting incredibly erratic, in some truly troubling ways. He would take in homeless girls (not women, but underage girls) under the guise of being helpful and nice. This worried me, because one of the times I went over there, I noticed that he had gotten them really drunk and high, to the point where they were basically comatose on his couch. Obviously, this sent up a lot of red flags, and I warned him that this looks REALLY bad. I worried that Lucas might be taking advantage of them, and I was not okay with that. Not at all. I was not going to be in his orbit if that was going on. It was a deal-breaker for me.

As it turns out, his other friends agreed with me and started to peel off. He also got in trouble with the apartment complex for letting homeless girls stay with him. This is when Lucas started to lash out at me and everyone. I would still talk to him over instant messenger, but our conversations were not fun anymore and clearly he had turned a dark corner.

And that's when he got the idea to move to California.

Obviously, that never happened, but he did decide to sell all of his belongings. He hauled all of his stuff down to the apartment's parking lot and tried to sell it. But nobody was buying. I mean, it's an assisted living apartment complex, none of these people had money. And all his stuff was junk. He basically didn't sell anything. So what did he decide to do? Not wanting to haul it back up those stairs, he lit all of his stuff on fire and left it in the parking lot, burning.

For me, this was the final straw. The Lucas I knew and liked might as well have burned in that fire, because what was left was a different person I did not want to be around. I only went to his apartment one more time after that. It was completely empty, with a big pile of garbage in the corner. I sat in a lawn chair as he berated me for being a terrible friend for not buying any of his junk. I told him then and there that I was done. If he wasn't going to get back on the medication, then I didn't want to be around him. I was worried about what he might do.

I didn't hear much from Lucas for a good two or three years. I'm pretty sure he moved back in with his mom and step-dad at this point.

And then one day, out of the blue, Lucas contacts me. He apologizes for how he acted and wants to know if I want to have a few drinks. We meet up and we share a bottle of rum, talking about the old times. He had a girlfriend, he told me, and life is pretty good. He's living at another halfway house sort of place and had real aspirations for what he wanted to do in life. He had also lost a ton of weight. Sensing a change, I invited him over a few times and integrated him back into the friend group. For a few weeks, it genuinely felt like I got my old friend back. But alas, this would not last.

Lucas was not taking his medication. He was lying to us. He knew that if he acted calm and kind of passive, he would fool us into thinking that he was on meds. It only took a few weeks before his true colors came out. One day when he was over, he exploded at me when I told him that I was agnostic and not atheist. For whatever reason, this really bothered Lucas. He started shouting and pushing me, so I showed him the door and told him to never come back. He continued ranting at me over instant messenger, and that's when I told him that I would never speak to him ever again.

I have not spoken to him sense.

For years, he would call me and email me hundreds of times a day, leave threatening notes on my door and car, etc. I got a restraining order on him, which he broke over and over again. It got to the point where his harassment was just part of my day. And then, over time, it slowed down. It would stop for a few months, and then start right back up. It was clear that he was spending his entire days thinking about me and angry at how I wronged him.

The sad fact is that I'll still get text messages from random numbers, and I always know it's him. He'll mock me for driving a car, my politics (despite me backing the same guy as him), joke about my love life (which he knows literally nothing about), and so on so forth. I block it and brush it off, but it's clear that he's still dwelling on that stuff. I suspect that he would still be calling me hundreds of times a day, if not for the fact that he's too busy responding to people online who mock him and make comprehensive videos about him. So ... thank you?

I know this ended up being really long, but there's no way to tell the story without going through everything. There are still a lot of stories and moments in his life that I left out, but those can way for another post. I also have some of his old writing from the Ocean Breeze days, including one article I guarantee you'll do a spit-take when you read. I'm going to end it with that tease. Thanks for listening. It actually felt good to let all of that out. That has been bottled up for a long time.

Thank you for sharing. Fascinating stuff. I assure you, you will find no more appreciate audience, anywhere, for your stories about the great Lucas Colby Werner.

I was interested to hear that Lucas was sleeping in his car before the apartment saga began. An earlier exposure to the homeless lifestyle. Can you provide any more details? The Miller is a nice touch. We know that he dropped out of HS some time around this era. His parents kicked him out of the house? Some Wernologists cast Myrna and her husband as enablers; others are interested in Lucas's estrangement from his father, King Roy. Seems that perhaps the tough-love stuff started relatively early. In any event, I find Lucas's HS years, and his awkward transition into adulthood, to be fascinating, primarily because they never really ended.

The stuff about Lucas scamming people is new. In his 2010 personal reflection, he mentioned scamming an old lady online because he was desperate for money, but presented it as a unique event.

Not surprised to learn that when Lucas had an apartment, and a couch, he would often contrive to have a drunk, underaged girl on it. The fact that he was able to get away with this informs his current thinking and expectations, I bet.

One common theme in this thread in Lucas's fixations. Telomeres, for example, or atheism. He tends to have a pet project or theory that he obsesses over, relates everything else back to. Was he like this as a teenager, or is this a more recent development?

IceQueen · Apr 18, 2021

AbraCadaver said:
I now have the most hilarious notion about Lucas. It was said by someone a page back that Lucas sat down on the street and started screaming and looking like he was going to shit himself, after cowering during that one fight with a man, forget his name just now.

The hospital pants were garnered possibly from the shelter, right before he was thrown out for threatening the staff.

It would be terribly funny if shitting his pants is how Lucas asserts dominance. Hear me out: Mother Werner would tell little tardbrain Lucas to do something he didn’t want to do. He’d throw a fit, scream and yell if he wasn’t getting his way, and as a last resort, shit himself because he knew it made mummy angry.

Decades later, he has not lost that reaction to stressful situations where he’s being both angered and intimidated. A man challenges him to a fight and after he loses, Lucas sits down and tries to shit himself in defiance. A run-in with security after threatening shelter staff means Lucas is out on the streets again, but with a permaban now. He screeches and whines and eventually shits himself in petty spite, necessitating a change of clothes.

I know it’s not real, but much Mulder, I want to believe.

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if I heard that Lucas shits himself to assert dominance. He thinks it’s attractive to stuff disgusting food into his mouth shirtless. He filmed himself peeing on the side of a toilet seat. Even years ago he started one of his “educational videos” by farting on camera. I think it’s a factor of his narcissism that he thinks that every function of his body and himself if some miraculous, godlike thing that people want to see.

Fatal Walter · Apr 18, 2021

I don't think he thinks eating like that is attractive. He might think being shirtless is. I think a lot of what he does is to antagonize the viewer because he's just that much of a prick. In his narrative it doesn't really matter what he does because if you don't overlook it he'll call you a republican or bigot or any number of things. People have complained a lot about him eating and being shirtless (at least before he turned off the comments) so he's going to keep doing it for sure.

Edit: I would probably be interested in narrating any good stories about Lucas.

GleamingTheQ-Bert · Apr 18, 2021

DefunctGames said:
Thanks for the warm welcome. I was honestly a little worried about what kind of reaction I would get, but the more I read through the pages of this thread, the more I realized that everybody here saw that Lucas was (at best) an untrustworthy narrator to his own story. There's clearly a pattern that he has, and so many of you have nailed his routine. He'll immediately blame other people for all of his problems and then act as if they are the worst people in the world, despite all of his problems being brought upon by himself. Was I the perfect friend? Probably not. This was more than 20 years ago and we were barely adults. That said, I do want to add some context to the story and also correct a few things that I've seen come up a few times.

One thing you probably should know is that I haven't really kept up with Lucas' present day antics. I learned a while back about the Starbucks thing (YIKES!!!) and found his YouTube channel, but I only watched a handful of videos before realizing that he was in a real bad state. I'm still close friends with one of his brothers (the 3rd grade school teacher, not Shawn), who also cut Lucas out of his life a long time ago. While Seth was down for the weekend, I asked if he thought his brothers would get vaccinated, and he mentioned that Shawn (right-wing conspiracy theorist) definitely wouldn't and he thought Lucas was hospitalized again for doing something creepy in a park. We decided to look it up to see if Lucas has posted anything recently, and that's when we discovered Cyael's three-part "comprehensive" series. I watched it wondering if I would come up, but he avoided all of the early stuff. That led me down a path of googling my name in connection to Lucas, and that brought me to this extremely long (and horrifying) thread.

Here's the thing you need to know about my time with Lucas as a roommate: He wasn't diagnosed with bi-polar until after I kicked him out. Looking back on it now, the signs were all there, but we just thought he was incredibly immature.

I met Lucas through Ocean Breeze, which was the high school newspaper at Aberdeen High School (Weatherwax, if you want to get technical). I've always had a thing for writing (it has been my full-time profession for most of my adult life), so I ended up being the Ocean Breeze editor in chief for most of my time at the school. Lucas was a Sophomore when I was a Senior, though he is only one year younger than me. He was a relatively shy teenager who was really bad at talking to people, but I put in the work to get to know him and see a good person in there. You have to understand, he didn't act like this when he was 16 or 17. He was shy and reserved, but also liked to laugh and was usually up for doing whatever my friend group was into doing (video games, movies, etc.), so it just seemed like he enjoyed tagging along.

When it came time for me to move out of my parent's house, I decided to move to Olympia with my then-girlfriend Michelle, which was one of those high school sweet heart relationships that was doomed to fail. At that point, Lucas had burned the bridges with both sets of parents and was sleeping in his car with as much Miller High Life as he could convince people to buy him. There's a whole story about how he got his license taken away and how he nearly died from alcohol poisoning on his first day of working at Subway, but we'll save that for another time. Unable to drive and effectively homeless, I felt bad for him. I figured that all he really needed was a stable home and help from friends. So, we got a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia and the three of us moved in together.

This worked out as anticipated for the first few months. We all had jobs, including Lucas, who was able to get hired on without a problem at the nearby McDonalds. Little did Michelle and I know, but this was going to be our first sign that something was seriously wrong. One day, while Michelle was driving around looking for a different job, she noticed Lucas walking the streets when he was supposed to be working at McDonalds. She pulled over and confronted him about it, and discovered, much to her surprise, that he had been fired a week ago, and that he was leaving the apartment to "pretend" to go to work because he didn't want us to know that he was unemployed. But wouldn't we find out when he didn't have rent money? As he told us when we confronted him about this, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

My relationship with Michelle was already starting to fracture at this time. There's no reason to get into that, since it's really just the usual young love bullshit that most people go through when they are around that age. She moves out, still-unemployeed Lucas stays. Why? Because I knew he didn't have any other prospects, didn't have a job and wasn't in a place where he could live on his own. I was making enough at the time to pay full rent and his parents were pitching in every so often because they felt bad that I was paying for everything. But you have to understand, this went on for months. Probably half a year. He refused to look for a job and just sitting at home scamming people on the internet. We kept getting weird letters from people, including one where somebody sent pubic hair with a letter addressed to Lucas that read: "You are a cunt!" This confused me, but I eventually learned that he was tricking people into sending him money for rare Beanie Babies and other stuff he definitely didn't have.

For me, the final straw was when I found out that his Mom had given him $100 to give to me, but instead what he did was buy a lot of fast food (that he mostly thew away) and purchase a Wizards cap, because at that time he was calling himself "The Wizard." He proceeded to cut up his brand-new hat, to the point where there was a big hole in the middle of it. This was the point where I knew I had to send him packing. I've seen a lot of people on this thread mention that I moved to a different apartment, but that's not true. I remained in the same apartment and kicked him out. His mom agreed to take him in and told me that he would eventually pay the back rent.

It was at this point when Lucas was officially diagnosed with bi-polar. It made perfect sense.

In a lot of ways, this was good news. Yes, it sucks that a friend has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, but he was getting the help he needed. Things were starting to look good. He got a big check from the government for social security or something and he used that to pay off what he owed me. He was going to move to an assisted living apartment complex, where he had friends and would need to take his medication. And let me tell you, the medication helped. Sure, he was a little slower (mentally) and kind of in a daze here and there, but he was able to live on his own, keep friends, look for love and all the other normal things.

I largely stayed in his life for those first few years. He and I would talk a lot over instant messenger and he would often come over to watch movies and play games with me. I considered him a close friend. He also liked hanging out with my other friends, like Patrick. (Side note: Lucas claimed in his insane autobiography rant that I called Patrick gay behind his back, but you have to understand that Patrick IS gay. He's married to a man. I was not saying that as an insult or bad friend or anything, as Lucas later tried to spin it.) I tried to get Lucas involved in a lot of the things I was doing, especially the early stuff involving my website Defunct Games and my early writing career. He's featured in some of the earliest articles and audio shows I was toying around with at the time. He liked when he had things to do and felt part of the group.

This goes on for a few years. He lives in that assisted living apartment in Tumwater for a while and takes his medication. And then, out of the blue, he decides not to take his meds. He realizes that the caretakers can't legally force him to, so he stops. Cold turkey. If there's a line in the sand in this story, it's right here. His mood, outlook and demeanor changed entirely. This was the beginning of the end.

Suddenly, the good-natured Lucas I knew changed to somebody who was stand-offish and kind of mean. He also started acting incredibly erratic, in some truly troubling ways. He would take in homeless girls (not women, but underage girls) under the guise of being helpful and nice. This worried me, because one of the times I went over there, I noticed that he had gotten them really drunk and high, to the point where they were basically comatose on his couch. Obviously, this sent up a lot of red flags, and I warned him that this looks REALLY bad. I worried that Lucas might be taking advantage of them, and I was not okay with that. Not at all. I was not going to be in his orbit if that was going on. It was a deal-breaker for me.

As it turns out, his other friends agreed with me and started to peel off. He also got in trouble with the apartment complex for letting homeless girls stay with him. This is when Lucas started to lash out at me and everyone. I would still talk to him over instant messenger, but our conversations were not fun anymore and clearly he had turned a dark corner.

And that's when he got the idea to move to California.

Obviously, that never happened, but he did decide to sell all of his belongings. He hauled all of his stuff down to the apartment's parking lot and tried to sell it. But nobody was buying. I mean, it's an assisted living apartment complex, none of these people had money. And all his stuff was junk. He basically didn't sell anything. So what did he decide to do? Not wanting to haul it back up those stairs, he lit all of his stuff on fire and left it in the parking lot, burning.

For me, this was the final straw. The Lucas I knew and liked might as well have burned in that fire, because what was left was a different person I did not want to be around. I only went to his apartment one more time after that. It was completely empty, with a big pile of garbage in the corner. I sat in a lawn chair as he berated me for being a terrible friend for not buying any of his junk. I told him then and there that I was done. If he wasn't going to get back on the medication, then I didn't want to be around him. I was worried about what he might do.

I didn't hear much from Lucas for a good two or three years. I'm pretty sure he moved back in with his mom and step-dad at this point.

And then one day, out of the blue, Lucas contacts me. He apologizes for how he acted and wants to know if I want to have a few drinks. We meet up and we share a bottle of rum, talking about the old times. He had a girlfriend, he told me, and life is pretty good. He's living at another halfway house sort of place and had real aspirations for what he wanted to do in life. He had also lost a ton of weight. Sensing a change, I invited him over a few times and integrated him back into the friend group. For a few weeks, it genuinely felt like I got my old friend back. But alas, this would not last.

Lucas was not taking his medication. He was lying to us. He knew that if he acted calm and kind of passive, he would fool us into thinking that he was on meds. It only took a few weeks before his true colors came out. One day when he was over, he exploded at me when I told him that I was agnostic and not atheist. For whatever reason, this really bothered Lucas. He started shouting and pushing me, so I showed him the door and told him to never come back. He continued ranting at me over instant messenger, and that's when I told him that I would never speak to him ever again.

I have not spoken to him sense.

For years, he would call me and email me hundreds of times a day, leave threatening notes on my door and car, etc. I got a restraining order on him, which he broke over and over again. It got to the point where his harassment was just part of my day. And then, over time, it slowed down. It would stop for a few months, and then start right back up. It was clear that he was spending his entire days thinking about me and angry at how I wronged him.

The sad fact is that I'll still get text messages from random numbers, and I always know it's him. He'll mock me for driving a car, my politics (despite me backing the same guy as him), joke about my love life (which he knows literally nothing about), and so on so forth. I block it and brush it off, but it's clear that he's still dwelling on that stuff. I suspect that he would still be calling me hundreds of times a day, if not for the fact that he's too busy responding to people online who mock him and make comprehensive videos about him. So ... thank you?

I know this ended up being really long, but there's no way to tell the story without going through everything. There are still a lot of stories and moments in his life that I left out, but those can way for another post. I also have some of his old writing from the Ocean Breeze days, including one article I guarantee you'll do a spit-take when you read. I'm going to end it with that tease. Thanks for listening. It actually felt good to let all of that out. That has been bottled up for a long time.

This was brilliant, Cyril.

I don't know about everyone else, but you've managed to do something I thought was impossible, and given me sympathy for the person that Lucas used to be.

It's truly a tragic story. It alludes to the same kind of downward progression that his mom tried to discuss in the short-lived online writings she was doing about his mental illness, but because you're a better writer, the story is more nuanced, more complete, and frankly, more tear-jerking.

It seems like you gave him more opportunities than most people would to make up for his transgressions, and I think everyone on the thread would agree with me in saying that when you finally showed him the door, it was overdue. But your willingness to try and build bridges again is entirely understandable; ive done the same thing myself with similar "lost cause" ex-friends.

Still, him being involved at this formative period of your life aa such a important friend, it must be painful to see the broken homeless derelict psychopath he's become.

I mean, of course it is. When someone you knew as a child becomes a complete loss as an adult it's heartbreaking.

Thank you for taking the time.

Cheers.

IceQueen · Apr 18, 2021

DefunctGames said:
Thanks for the warm welcome. I was honestly a little worried about what kind of reaction I would get, but the more I read through the pages of this thread, the more I realized that everybody here saw that Lucas was (at best) an untrustworthy narrator to his own story. There's clearly a pattern that he has, and so many of you have nailed his routine. He'll immediately blame other people for all of his problems and then act as if they are the worst people in the world, despite all of his problems being brought upon by himself. Was I the perfect friend? Probably not. This was more than 20 years ago and we were barely adults. That said, I do want to add some context to the story and also correct a few things that I've seen come up a few times.

One thing you probably should know is that I haven't really kept up with Lucas' present day antics. I learned a while back about the Starbucks thing (YIKES!!!) and found his YouTube channel, but I only watched a handful of videos before realizing that he was in a real bad state. I'm still close friends with one of his brothers (the 3rd grade school teacher, not Shawn), who also cut Lucas out of his life a long time ago. While Seth was down for the weekend, I asked if he thought his brothers would get vaccinated, and he mentioned that Shawn (right-wing conspiracy theorist) definitely wouldn't and he thought Lucas was hospitalized again for doing something creepy in a park. We decided to look it up to see if Lucas has posted anything recently, and that's when we discovered Cyael's three-part "comprehensive" series. I watched it wondering if I would come up, but he avoided all of the early stuff. That led me down a path of googling my name in connection to Lucas, and that brought me to this extremely long (and horrifying) thread.

Here's the thing you need to know about my time with Lucas as a roommate: He wasn't diagnosed with bi-polar until after I kicked him out. Looking back on it now, the signs were all there, but we just thought he was incredibly immature.

I met Lucas through Ocean Breeze, which was the high school newspaper at Aberdeen High School (Weatherwax, if you want to get technical). I've always had a thing for writing (it has been my full-time profession for most of my adult life), so I ended up being the Ocean Breeze editor in chief for most of my time at the school. Lucas was a Sophomore when I was a Senior, though he is only one year younger than me. He was a relatively shy teenager who was really bad at talking to people, but I put in the work to get to know him and see a good person in there. You have to understand, he didn't act like this when he was 16 or 17. He was shy and reserved, but also liked to laugh and was usually up for doing whatever my friend group was into doing (video games, movies, etc.), so it just seemed like he enjoyed tagging along.

When it came time for me to move out of my parent's house, I decided to move to Olympia with my then-girlfriend Michelle, which was one of those high school sweet heart relationships that was doomed to fail. At that point, Lucas had burned the bridges with both sets of parents and was sleeping in his car with as much Miller High Life as he could convince people to buy him. There's a whole story about how he got his license taken away and how he nearly died from alcohol poisoning on his first day of working at Subway, but we'll save that for another time. Unable to drive and effectively homeless, I felt bad for him. I figured that all he really needed was a stable home and help from friends. So, we got a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia and the three of us moved in together.

This worked out as anticipated for the first few months. We all had jobs, including Lucas, who was able to get hired on without a problem at the nearby McDonalds. Little did Michelle and I know, but this was going to be our first sign that something was seriously wrong. One day, while Michelle was driving around looking for a different job, she noticed Lucas walking the streets when he was supposed to be working at McDonalds. She pulled over and confronted him about it, and discovered, much to her surprise, that he had been fired a week ago, and that he was leaving the apartment to "pretend" to go to work because he didn't want us to know that he was unemployed. But wouldn't we find out when he didn't have rent money? As he told us when we confronted him about this, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

My relationship with Michelle was already starting to fracture at this time. There's no reason to get into that, since it's really just the usual young love bullshit that most people go through when they are around that age. She moves out, still-unemployeed Lucas stays. Why? Because I knew he didn't have any other prospects, didn't have a job and wasn't in a place where he could live on his own. I was making enough at the time to pay full rent and his parents were pitching in every so often because they felt bad that I was paying for everything. But you have to understand, this went on for months. Probably half a year. He refused to look for a job and just sitting at home scamming people on the internet. We kept getting weird letters from people, including one where somebody sent pubic hair with a letter addressed to Lucas that read: "You are a cunt!" This confused me, but I eventually learned that he was tricking people into sending him money for rare Beanie Babies and other stuff he definitely didn't have.

For me, the final straw was when I found out that his Mom had given him $100 to give to me, but instead what he did was buy a lot of fast food (that he mostly thew away) and purchase a Wizards cap, because at that time he was calling himself "The Wizard." He proceeded to cut up his brand-new hat, to the point where there was a big hole in the middle of it. This was the point where I knew I had to send him packing. I've seen a lot of people on this thread mention that I moved to a different apartment, but that's not true. I remained in the same apartment and kicked him out. His mom agreed to take him in and told me that he would eventually pay the back rent.

It was at this point when Lucas was officially diagnosed with bi-polar. It made perfect sense.

In a lot of ways, this was good news. Yes, it sucks that a friend has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, but he was getting the help he needed. Things were starting to look good. He got a big check from the government for social security or something and he used that to pay off what he owed me. He was going to move to an assisted living apartment complex, where he had friends and would need to take his medication. And let me tell you, the medication helped. Sure, he was a little slower (mentally) and kind of in a daze here and there, but he was able to live on his own, keep friends, look for love and all the other normal things.

I largely stayed in his life for those first few years. He and I would talk a lot over instant messenger and he would often come over to watch movies and play games with me. I considered him a close friend. He also liked hanging out with my other friends, like Patrick. (Side note: Lucas claimed in his insane autobiography rant that I called Patrick gay behind his back, but you have to understand that Patrick IS gay. He's married to a man. I was not saying that as an insult or bad friend or anything, as Lucas later tried to spin it.) I tried to get Lucas involved in a lot of the things I was doing, especially the early stuff involving my website Defunct Games and my early writing career. He's featured in some of the earliest articles and audio shows I was toying around with at the time. He liked when he had things to do and felt part of the group.

This goes on for a few years. He lives in that assisted living apartment in Tumwater for a while and takes his medication. And then, out of the blue, he decides not to take his meds. He realizes that the caretakers can't legally force him to, so he stops. Cold turkey. If there's a line in the sand in this story, it's right here. His mood, outlook and demeanor changed entirely. This was the beginning of the end.

Suddenly, the good-natured Lucas I knew changed to somebody who was stand-offish and kind of mean. He also started acting incredibly erratic, in some truly troubling ways. He would take in homeless girls (not women, but underage girls) under the guise of being helpful and nice. This worried me, because one of the times I went over there, I noticed that he had gotten them really drunk and high, to the point where they were basically comatose on his couch. Obviously, this sent up a lot of red flags, and I warned him that this looks REALLY bad. I worried that Lucas might be taking advantage of them, and I was not okay with that. Not at all. I was not going to be in his orbit if that was going on. It was a deal-breaker for me.

As it turns out, his other friends agreed with me and started to peel off. He also got in trouble with the apartment complex for letting homeless girls stay with him. This is when Lucas started to lash out at me and everyone. I would still talk to him over instant messenger, but our conversations were not fun anymore and clearly he had turned a dark corner.

And that's when he got the idea to move to California.

Obviously, that never happened, but he did decide to sell all of his belongings. He hauled all of his stuff down to the apartment's parking lot and tried to sell it. But nobody was buying. I mean, it's an assisted living apartment complex, none of these people had money. And all his stuff was junk. He basically didn't sell anything. So what did he decide to do? Not wanting to haul it back up those stairs, he lit all of his stuff on fire and left it in the parking lot, burning.

For me, this was the final straw. The Lucas I knew and liked might as well have burned in that fire, because what was left was a different person I did not want to be around. I only went to his apartment one more time after that. It was completely empty, with a big pile of garbage in the corner. I sat in a lawn chair as he berated me for being a terrible friend for not buying any of his junk. I told him then and there that I was done. If he wasn't going to get back on the medication, then I didn't want to be around him. I was worried about what he might do.

I didn't hear much from Lucas for a good two or three years. I'm pretty sure he moved back in with his mom and step-dad at this point.

And then one day, out of the blue, Lucas contacts me. He apologizes for how he acted and wants to know if I want to have a few drinks. We meet up and we share a bottle of rum, talking about the old times. He had a girlfriend, he told me, and life is pretty good. He's living at another halfway house sort of place and had real aspirations for what he wanted to do in life. He had also lost a ton of weight. Sensing a change, I invited him over a few times and integrated him back into the friend group. For a few weeks, it genuinely felt like I got my old friend back. But alas, this would not last.

Lucas was not taking his medication. He was lying to us. He knew that if he acted calm and kind of passive, he would fool us into thinking that he was on meds. It only took a few weeks before his true colors came out. One day when he was over, he exploded at me when I told him that I was agnostic and not atheist. For whatever reason, this really bothered Lucas. He started shouting and pushing me, so I showed him the door and told him to never come back. He continued ranting at me over instant messenger, and that's when I told him that I would never speak to him ever again.

I have not spoken to him sense.

For years, he would call me and email me hundreds of times a day, leave threatening notes on my door and car, etc. I got a restraining order on him, which he broke over and over again. It got to the point where his harassment was just part of my day. And then, over time, it slowed down. It would stop for a few months, and then start right back up. It was clear that he was spending his entire days thinking about me and angry at how I wronged him.

The sad fact is that I'll still get text messages from random numbers, and I always know it's him. He'll mock me for driving a car, my politics (despite me backing the same guy as him), joke about my love life (which he knows literally nothing about), and so on so forth. I block it and brush it off, but it's clear that he's still dwelling on that stuff. I suspect that he would still be calling me hundreds of times a day, if not for the fact that he's too busy responding to people online who mock him and make comprehensive videos about him. So ... thank you?

I know this ended up being really long, but there's no way to tell the story without going through everything. There are still a lot of stories and moments in his life that I left out, but those can way for another post. I also have some of his old writing from the Ocean Breeze days, including one article I guarantee you'll do a spit-take when you read. I'm going to end it with that tease. Thanks for listening. It actually felt good to let all of that out. That has been bottled up for a long time.

Omg... Thank you for this. Seriously, you have no idea how much we have wanted to talk to you, or Seth or Shawn, or Suzanne, or his parents or anyone else. It may seem stupid for a bunch of us strangers to be here “studying” this insane homeless man, but not only is he extremely fascinating, he’s also absolutely capable of harming others and we try to kind of keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t, and intervene if it seemed like he was imminently going to. Having someone like you take the time to talk to us is really cool, thank you. I hope you stick around!

mothman96 · Apr 18, 2021

DefunctGames said:
Suddenly, the good-natured Lucas I knew changed to somebody who was stand-offish and kind of mean. He also started acting incredibly erratic, in some truly troubling ways. He would take in homeless girls (not women, but underage girls) under the guise of being helpful and nice. This worried me, because one of the times I went over there, I noticed that he had gotten them really drunk and high, to the point where they were basically comatose on his couch. Obviously, this sent up a lot of red flags, and I warned him that this looks REALLY bad. I worried that Lucas might be taking advantage of them, and I was not okay with that. Not at all. I was not going to be in his orbit if that was going on. It was a deal-breaker for me.

As it turns out, his other friends agreed with me and started to peel off. He also got in trouble with the apartment complex for letting homeless girls stay with him. This is when Lucas started to lash out at me and everyone. I would still talk to him over instant messenger, but our conversations were not fun anymore and clearly he had turned a dark corner.

Well, this confirms Lucas's "taste" for underage girls has always been there. A basically comatose underage girl is just up his alley. In such a state she would be easy prey. Hell, I'd say he took advantage of the situation.

boner_alert · Apr 18, 2021

GleamingTheQ-Bert said:
This was brilliant, Cyril.

I don't know about everyone else, but you've managed to do something I thought was impossible, and given me sympathy for the person that Lucas used to be.

It's truly a tragic story. It alludes to the same kind of downward progression that his mom tried to discuss in the short-lived online writings she was doing about his mental illness, but because you're a better writer, the story is more nuanced, more complete, and frankly, more tear-jerking.

.... But your willingness to try and build bridges again is entirely understandable; ive done the same thing myself with similar "lost cause" ex-friends.

@DefunctGames agreed with Q-Bert on this, your descriptive writing and insight reframed Lucas as a 'regular human' .. at the farms we gawk, poke, laugh at a cow and their antics and its so easy to forget or not consider that they might have had an entire life and network before their descent

Not that I'm trying to say you're trying to garner sympathy or anything like that, but I guess just wanted to add to the sentiment that you made me consider Lucas through a more sympathetic lens than I thought be possible for me, and also empathy for his family and friends. The biggest reason why I've never been sympathetic is how I've always speculated he lost his network and began his descent, which was something sinister around his young niece he keeps mentioning, usually on the heels of something sexual, or describing his perfect, ideal sexual mate

Would you know anything about that, you don't have to share any details, if you do and rather not. I recognize its a really serious and sensitive topic and I know I'm not owed anything here, as some stranger on a forum

I guess all I wanted to get was a definitive answer did he do something to his niece (and was subsequently estranged from his family because of it)?

DefunctGames · Apr 18, 2021

wenttobermuda said:
His parents kicked him out of the house?

I have no love for Myrna, but I would not call her an enabler. He lived with his dad for a bunch of years and then moved back to his mom's place in Montesano around the time I was graduating. She was always nice to me ... until she learned that Lucas smoked pot once when he was hanging out with me. Up until that point, Lucas was completely anti-drugs. He even wrote an article in the Ocean Breeze school newspaper about how much he hated smoking. When Justin (who also gets mentioned in his autobiography rant), Lucas and myself drove to the Gorge at George, Washington, to go to Lollapalooza, he refused to drink or smoke. But as he got older, he decided to give it a shot. And then alcohol. When his mother found pot on him, she flipped out. I literally walked into their house to see a police officer yelling at Lucas for his pot use, trying to scare him straight. Myrna would go on to blame me for all of this.

The thing you have to understand about an un-medicated Lucas is that he hates to be told what he can and cannot do. If you tell him not to do something, he'll want to do it ten times more. So when they told him not to drink and do drugs, that's all he wanted to do. And that's when his grades started to slip, he stopped going to school consistently, got really behind and got to a point where he wouldn't have the credits to graduate. By this point, his mom was done with this and basically said, "I'll let your dad deal with you." But his dad had no interest in dealing with him, and at this point, Lucas was an adult. He decided to stay with a friend for a while, but when he started breaking stuff around the house, he was forced to live in his car. Michelle and I were gearing up to move to Olympia (since I already worked there at the time and was commuting), so he stayed in his car for a few weeks and moved in with us.

Myrna has only stepped in when he was at his absolute lowest moments. She invited him back to live with them on two of those moments, but gave up on that a long time ago. She lives far away now, so Lucas is on his own at this point. That's why he keeps hitting low moments and, sadly, going lower. He no longer has a safety net.

When it comes to "Telomeres," that's new. I had never heard that word before until watching a few of his recent videos from a couple years ago. He must have picked that up from reading or talking to somebody along the way. However, the signs were all there. Like I said, he was shy in high school and always considered himself to be the "nice guy" who all the girls ignored. Even then, there was a feeling like he was owed a girlfriend just because he was nice and polite. I suspect that his bi-polar had some sort of arrested development effect, where he largely stopped developing after he was 17 - 20. I mean, look at how he handles money and responsibilities to this day. He still acts like a teenager in many regards. In his mind, he was ignored in high school and didn't get to date girls in that coveted (to him) age range of 16 - 21. He's longing for something he never had, and lashing out at those people (me) who didn't have that problem. The way his autobiography reads, you would think that I was George Clooney in high school, just playing the field and getting with everybody. I had a few girlfriends in high school. I was pretty average, nothing special.

As Lucas has gotten older (fatter, balder, etc.), he is seeing that time slip away. He wants to get with younger girls, so what does he do? He comes up with SCIENCE (!) to prove his point, because it's hard to argue with science. Obviously, his science is all bullshit and nobody is buying it, but I truly believe that this is how he's justified all this. The signs were there (the underage homeless girls, for example), but his use of science to justify it is something new.

DefunctGames · Apr 18, 2021

boner_alert said:
I guess all I wanted to get was a definitive answer did he do something to his niece (and was subsequently estranged from his family because of it)?

If he did, I have never heard it brought up. I never met the niece in question and have never heard them brought up by his brother (my only connection to the family now). If he did something to them, they have kept it a secret. My guess is that he didn't, but that's just my read on him. He has always put out a creepy vibe, even in high school. He wasn't good in social situations and didn't really know how to talk to people. He was good at listening and reacting, but he would say inappropriate things and be kind of rude when starting conversations with strangers or girls he liked. Couple that with his large size, and I think a lot of people got a creepy vibe from him. I remember my then-girlfriend talking about that at the time, but neither of us could put our finger on it. My guess is that his female family members also felt this way, so they probably didn't give him the chance to do anything. At least, that's my hope. That would make this story much darker than it already is.

BowlOfDick · Apr 18, 2021

DefunctGames said:
Thanks for the warm welcome. I was honestly a little worried about what kind of reaction I would get, but the more I read through the pages of this thread, the more I realized that everybody here saw that Lucas was (at best) an untrustworthy narrator to his own story. There's clearly a pattern that he has, and so many of you have nailed his routine. He'll immediately blame other people for all of his problems and then act as if they are the worst people in the world, despite all of his problems being brought upon by himself. Was I the perfect friend? Probably not. This was more than 20 years ago and we were barely adults. That said, I do want to add some context to the story and also correct a few things that I've seen come up a few times.

One thing you probably should know is that I haven't really kept up with Lucas' present day antics. I learned a while back about the Starbucks thing (YIKES!!!) and found his YouTube channel, but I only watched a handful of videos before realizing that he was in a real bad state. I'm still close friends with one of his brothers (the 3rd grade school teacher, not Shawn), who also cut Lucas out of his life a long time ago. While Seth was down for the weekend, I asked if he thought his brothers would get vaccinated, and he mentioned that Shawn (right-wing conspiracy theorist) definitely wouldn't and he thought Lucas was hospitalized again for doing something creepy in a park. We decided to look it up to see if Lucas has posted anything recently, and that's when we discovered Cyael's three-part "comprehensive" series. I watched it wondering if I would come up, but he avoided all of the early stuff. That led me down a path of googling my name in connection to Lucas, and that brought me to this extremely long (and horrifying) thread.

Here's the thing you need to know about my time with Lucas as a roommate: He wasn't diagnosed with bi-polar until after I kicked him out. Looking back on it now, the signs were all there, but we just thought he was incredibly immature.

I met Lucas through Ocean Breeze, which was the high school newspaper at Aberdeen High School (Weatherwax, if you want to get technical). I've always had a thing for writing (it has been my full-time profession for most of my adult life), so I ended up being the Ocean Breeze editor in chief for most of my time at the school. Lucas was a Sophomore when I was a Senior, though he is only one year younger than me. He was a relatively shy teenager who was really bad at talking to people, but I put in the work to get to know him and see a good person in there. You have to understand, he didn't act like this when he was 16 or 17. He was shy and reserved, but also liked to laugh and was usually up for doing whatever my friend group was into doing (video games, movies, etc.), so it just seemed like he enjoyed tagging along.

When it came time for me to move out of my parent's house, I decided to move to Olympia with my then-girlfriend Michelle, which was one of those high school sweet heart relationships that was doomed to fail. At that point, Lucas had burned the bridges with both sets of parents and was sleeping in his car with as much Miller High Life as he could convince people to buy him. There's a whole story about how he got his license taken away and how he nearly died from alcohol poisoning on his first day of working at Subway, but we'll save that for another time. Unable to drive and effectively homeless, I felt bad for him. I figured that all he really needed was a stable home and help from friends. So, we got a two-bedroom apartment in Olympia and the three of us moved in together.

This worked out as anticipated for the first few months. We all had jobs, including Lucas, who was able to get hired on without a problem at the nearby McDonalds. Little did Michelle and I know, but this was going to be our first sign that something was seriously wrong. One day, while Michelle was driving around looking for a different job, she noticed Lucas walking the streets when he was supposed to be working at McDonalds. She pulled over and confronted him about it, and discovered, much to her surprise, that he had been fired a week ago, and that he was leaving the apartment to "pretend" to go to work because he didn't want us to know that he was unemployed. But wouldn't we find out when he didn't have rent money? As he told us when we confronted him about this, he hadn't thought that far ahead.

My relationship with Michelle was already starting to fracture at this time. There's no reason to get into that, since it's really just the usual young love bullshit that most people go through when they are around that age. She moves out, still-unemployeed Lucas stays. Why? Because I knew he didn't have any other prospects, didn't have a job and wasn't in a place where he could live on his own. I was making enough at the time to pay full rent and his parents were pitching in every so often because they felt bad that I was paying for everything. But you have to understand, this went on for months. Probably half a year. He refused to look for a job and just sitting at home scamming people on the internet. We kept getting weird letters from people, including one where somebody sent pubic hair with a letter addressed to Lucas that read: "You are a cunt!" This confused me, but I eventually learned that he was tricking people into sending him money for rare Beanie Babies and other stuff he definitely didn't have.

For me, the final straw was when I found out that his Mom had given him $100 to give to me, but instead what he did was buy a lot of fast food (that he mostly thew away) and purchase a Wizards cap, because at that time he was calling himself "The Wizard." He proceeded to cut up his brand-new hat, to the point where there was a big hole in the middle of it. This was the point where I knew I had to send him packing. I've seen a lot of people on this thread mention that I moved to a different apartment, but that's not true. I remained in the same apartment and kicked him out. His mom agreed to take him in and told me that he would eventually pay the back rent.

It was at this point when Lucas was officially diagnosed with bi-polar. It made perfect sense.

In a lot of ways, this was good news. Yes, it sucks that a friend has been diagnosed with a mental health problem, but he was getting the help he needed. Things were starting to look good. He got a big check from the government for social security or something and he used that to pay off what he owed me. He was going to move to an assisted living apartment complex, where he had friends and would need to take his medication. And let me tell you, the medication helped. Sure, he was a little slower (mentally) and kind of in a daze here and there, but he was able to live on his own, keep friends, look for love and all the other normal things.

I largely stayed in his life for those first few years. He and I would talk a lot over instant messenger and he would often come over to watch movies and play games with me. I considered him a close friend. He also liked hanging out with my other friends, like Patrick. (Side note: Lucas claimed in his insane autobiography rant that I called Patrick gay behind his back, but you have to understand that Patrick IS gay. He's married to a man. I was not saying that as an insult or bad friend or anything, as Lucas later tried to spin it.) I tried to get Lucas involved in a lot of the things I was doing, especially the early stuff involving my website Defunct Games and my early writing career. He's featured in some of the earliest articles and audio shows I was toying around with at the time. He liked when he had things to do and felt part of the group.

This goes on for a few years. He lives in that assisted living apartment in Tumwater for a while and takes his medication. And then, out of the blue, he decides not to take his meds. He realizes that the caretakers can't legally force him to, so he stops. Cold turkey. If there's a line in the sand in this story, it's right here. His mood, outlook and demeanor changed entirely. This was the beginning of the end.

Suddenly, the good-natured Lucas I knew changed to somebody who was stand-offish and kind of mean. He also started acting incredibly erratic, in some truly troubling ways. He would take in homeless girls (not women, but underage girls) under the guise of being helpful and nice. This worried me, because one of the times I went over there, I noticed that he had gotten them really drunk and high, to the point where they were basically comatose on his couch. Obviously, this sent up a lot of red flags, and I warned him that this looks REALLY bad. I worried that Lucas might be taking advantage of them, and I was not okay with that. Not at all. I was not going to be in his orbit if that was going on. It was a deal-breaker for me.

As it turns out, his other friends agreed with me and started to peel off. He also got in trouble with the apartment complex for letting homeless girls stay with him. This is when Lucas started to lash out at me and everyone. I would still talk to him over instant messenger, but our conversations were not fun anymore and clearly he had turned a dark corner.

And that's when he got the idea to move to California.

Obviously, that never happened, but he did decide to sell all of his belongings. He hauled all of his stuff down to the apartment's parking lot and tried to sell it. But nobody was buying. I mean, it's an assisted living apartment complex, none of these people had money. And all his stuff was junk. He basically didn't sell anything. So what did he decide to do? Not wanting to haul it back up those stairs, he lit all of his stuff on fire and left it in the parking lot, burning.

For me, this was the final straw. The Lucas I knew and liked might as well have burned in that fire, because what was left was a different person I did not want to be around. I only went to his apartment one more time after that. It was completely empty, with a big pile of garbage in the corner. I sat in a lawn chair as he berated me for being a terrible friend for not buying any of his junk. I told him then and there that I was done. If he wasn't going to get back on the medication, then I didn't want to be around him. I was worried about what he might do.

I didn't hear much from Lucas for a good two or three years. I'm pretty sure he moved back in with his mom and step-dad at this point.

And then one day, out of the blue, Lucas contacts me. He apologizes for how he acted and wants to know if I want to have a few drinks. We meet up and we share a bottle of rum, talking about the old times. He had a girlfriend, he told me, and life is pretty good. He's living at another halfway house sort of place and had real aspirations for what he wanted to do in life. He had also lost a ton of weight. Sensing a change, I invited him over a few times and integrated him back into the friend group. For a few weeks, it genuinely felt like I got my old friend back. But alas, this would not last.

Lucas was not taking his medication. He was lying to us. He knew that if he acted calm and kind of passive, he would fool us into thinking that he was on meds. It only took a few weeks before his true colors came out. One day when he was over, he exploded at me when I told him that I was agnostic and not atheist. For whatever reason, this really bothered Lucas. He started shouting and pushing me, so I showed him the door and told him to never come back. He continued ranting at me over instant messenger, and that's when I told him that I would never speak to him ever again.

I have not spoken to him sense.

For years, he would call me and email me hundreds of times a day, leave threatening notes on my door and car, etc. I got a restraining order on him, which he broke over and over again. It got to the point where his harassment was just part of my day. And then, over time, it slowed down. It would stop for a few months, and then start right back up. It was clear that he was spending his entire days thinking about me and angry at how I wronged him.

The sad fact is that I'll still get text messages from random numbers, and I always know it's him. He'll mock me for driving a car, my politics (despite me backing the same guy as him), joke about my love life (which he knows literally nothing about), and so on so forth. I block it and brush it off, but it's clear that he's still dwelling on that stuff. I suspect that he would still be calling me hundreds of times a day, if not for the fact that he's too busy responding to people online who mock him and make comprehensive videos about him. So ... thank you?

I know this ended up being really long, but there's no way to tell the story without going through everything. There are still a lot of stories and moments in his life that I left out, but those can way for another post. I also have some of his old writing from the Ocean Breeze days, including one article I guarantee you'll do a spit-take when you read. I'm going to end it with that tease. Thanks for listening. It actually felt good to let all of that out. That has been bottled up for a long time.

This has been an absolute treat to read. Thank you so much for your insight sir.

Poop Shoot · Apr 18, 2021

@DefunctGames glad to have you!

Good to hear the niece thing is likely something stewed up in that scrambled brain of his. I’m also, of course, interested in hearing anything Lucas related that you want to share, even random bits of memory.

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