I went to college with a guy who had it. At 32 he had already been discharged from the army for it (and things that occured because of it). Nicest guy ever in class. One night we decided to go out and hit a bar. Was the first time I actually hung out with him outside school. And it was quite a frightening experience. This guy was Barrett Robbins at 220 pounds. And he also ended up getting shot. Never again did I go near him or speak to him outside of school.
He was an alcoholic and a heavy drug abuser. I'm sure that made him even more unstable. And the things he talked about, man it was scary. It was like he was two completely different people. One of them psychotic.
About two years ago, he called me up out of the blue. I have no idea how he got my number. But he wanted to know where I lived and where I was working. I was like :eek:
