I tried looking through this thread at everything you all have gathered but if I'm honest...its making me pretty damn sad.
I knew he had become some kind of troll streamer or whatever he is now, but I didn't know just how bad he's gotten.
The picture reminded me of an old story.
He only lasted a day at Steak and Shake. He hated working there.
I don't know exactly what happened or why he quit. All I do know is that we all worked there and he lasted the least long.
One time we were driving around and decided to go to Steak and Shake. The area we grew up and lived in is a 'nowhere town'.
There isn't anything there to do other than go shopping and eat food.
So there were different places we would end up, but it was always seeing someone while they were working or something along those lines.
It was only Matt and myself.
We pull up to the restaurant and see that it is PACKED with people.
There was a damn line reaching out the door and all of the people were wearing the same shirts.
I couldn't tell you what the shirts themselves said but you could tell they were all from the same Church.
Now, we both knew everyone who worked there.
Front end and back.
So we go inside and just head for the counter.
There were always like two or three seats free at the counter for pick-ups and so you can watch them cook the burgers.
We sit down and start talking to the people behind the counter/cooking.
One of the cooks was a really good friend of ours so he comes over to talk to us about something.
For whatever reason we're talking to our buddy about smoking crack. None of us, at that point, had smoked crack.
We were pretty into the conversation because none of us had realized that these two tween girls had been at the register and overheard us.
As we're talking back and forth there was a natural lull in the conversation and all I hear is a little girl say "You don't have to do crack. That isn't gods plan for you.."
I was genuinely confused. Like I didn't realize they were talking to us.
Matt made a little laugh and our buddy who WORKS THERE just walked away. I couldn't help myself but laugh when my brain caught up and said "you think I do crack? me? isn't crack supposed to help with weight loss?" and motioned to me being a giant fat guy. That made Matt laugh harder at them and I immediately felt bad.
They walked off after he laughed and I sat down. My buddy had just brought our drinks so I took a big swig from the straw.
Well, about that time the father of the two girls popped up and rushed over. This happened while I wasn't looking.
He made a fucking beeline right for Matt. Which is fucked up because I was at least TWO Matts and right next to him.
So here I am finishing taking a drink and look over to say something else to Matt and see that he's turned his body towards some dude in a truckers hat and the dude was WHISPERING threats to Matt. Like the dude was all hush hush about picking on a high schooler.
I pop up and put myself between the two and the guy finally says something to me "and i'll whoop your fat ass too"
I told the old man he needed to back off and that he was threatening someone under 18 (Matt, not me)
He said something along the lines of waiting for us outside as he went for the door.
I was pretty pissed at this point and this was back when I had a slue of undiagnosed mental illnesses, so I just followed the guy as he was threatening to "wait for us outside".
As we walk out of the front door a cop pulls up and I immediatly started telling them they need to do something with this dude.
Someone from the back of house, I think the dishwasher, saw the guy making the beeline for Matt and called the cops.
It helps having friends sometimes.
It was only one cop who showed up but she talked to the guy and he got in his truck.
He started it and just sat there looking at me until...his...wife? gf? i dunno. Some lady came outside and talked to him and he drove off.
The group itself paid for our meals.
After I got back inside and we talked about it I posted the event on...I believe Myspace. It could have been Xanga.
The only thing was Matt was supposed to write out his version. Like from his POV as I'm telling you all?
He never did it. Wasn't until years later that I figured he was embarrassed by it.
