I knew (still know) a kid named Goose in my early years of high school. We would all hang out as a group of friends and drink, skateboard and smoke weed, usually in that order. Goose was one of the most genuine people i had met. He would give you the shirt off his back if he felt you needed it, and at the same time would tell you to your face if he thought you were doing something wrong. He had tough family problems, and they had no money. Sometimes when he was drunk he would say fucked up things about life and it not worth being living in a very sad, odd tone. Sometimes he would also fall into a very eerie star, sometimes into your eyes, for a few seconds, but would come back to normal real quick. Overall though i just thought he was little weird, but so are we all. In 2006 or 2007 when all of us started graduating or dropping out Goose moved from our town in the southeast to somewhere around L.A. due to his family.
That was the last time i saw or spoke to him, untill today, 6-8 years later.
So today i get a call from a friend (Q). He says another friend saw Goose walking on the side of a street in town and picked him up. He says he's acting funny, not making sense, possibly strung out or something. The friend who picked him up said he couldn't take it, so my friend (Q) on the phone picked him up and brought him to my house. Me and my Q hung out in that group as kids and still hang out as adults. Q was also a little closer personally to Goose than I was.
While waiting at my house for them to arrive im very exited. I want to see Goose and see what hes been doing. If he has a drug problem i feel i can help him through it or any other personal problems. The acting funny part is not what im worried about, I just want to see my friend. I mean last i know hes in california, and now is walking down a busy road in town, wtf, you know.
Q comes in my door first with a serious look in his eyes. I see Goose behind him and come up to him and give him a dap and a hug. His hand grasp feels week and his body is very off balance. He smells like shit and I can tell he has been living on the street a while. We go sit outside. Within these couple of minutes of being reunited i can tell somethings off about him. I assume hes on or coming off heroin or something. He seems confused and somewhat dazed and talks with a high pitched, raspy voice that sounds like it strains him when he talks (junky voice). Gooses eyes are glazed over and very zombie like and he has jerky body movements with his legs, arms, and head. He sometimes gets up and walks around confused and sits back down quickly. After a few questions about how hes been I can tell that it is more serious than i thought. I now get goosebumps and chills that still slightly remain. He Cannot answer questions logically. Sometimes he does not even answer questions. Sometimes he will just stare with those very eerie soulless eyes from when we were younger or make a weird sound or twitch. When he did answer questions the answers would be irrelevant. If i were to ask him how he felt he would say something like "yea man, i didnt watch that show". Most of the answers where questions back to us that made completely no sense. Everything he said did not connect with anything else he said or we said. He could only say short sentences too. Q broke down and asked Goose what happened to him, how he is not the same. He answers with another confused question to us that makes no sense. I ask him if he realizes the situation right now, beetween us 3, and how me and Q are seeing you right now. Still, nothing but short slurry sentences that make no sense. He sometimes also closes his eyes and zones out for a second or two. Me and Q look each other in the eyes and realize something must be done. We take him to the hospital and wait with him untill we know he is fully taken care of and leave.
There were some short moments in the "conversation" where Goose would seem to come back to normal for a second. All of them included memories. Life would come back to his eyes and he would stop wriggling around. Some would be memories of things us 3 did in our younger years and others would be about people from that time period. All of them where questions like "do you remember when" or "where is so and so now". After he asked the question though he would fall back into the zombie like daze and not remember a thing and not be able to make sense again. Also finally when we asked Goose if he wanted to go to the hospital he said "yes lets go there" while standing up ready to go. That was one of the only questions that we asked him he answered with an actual answer. While talking to him and on the ride to the hospital he would say things about "them" or "they" or "everything" . They killed my sister, they put me in a trance, "they stole my soul" "everything is backwards". He also said things about weird eerie stuff and called some things evil. He even asked us on the way if we were going to kill him. It seemed like his subconscious mind was working, he was able to pull out past memories for short duration, knew he needed to go to a hospital, but the "now" reality did not exist. It was like the opposite of sleeping or something like that. He seemed very stressed and anxious the whole time too.
All this happened after a busy day at work and now its 3:30am and i have to work again tomorrow morning. There is more but I cant write anymore i just felt i needed to get this out of me somewhat. This is the most fucked up i have seen anybody, in a movie, t.v., books, real life, let alone a friend. This was one of the most fucked up days of my life and i feel so bad for Goose. Its like he wanted to tell us what was going on in his head, but he couldn't. I just hope he can come back to his head, we will see though.
If anyone has any insight or anything feel free
That was the last time i saw or spoke to him, untill today, 6-8 years later.
So today i get a call from a friend (Q). He says another friend saw Goose walking on the side of a street in town and picked him up. He says he's acting funny, not making sense, possibly strung out or something. The friend who picked him up said he couldn't take it, so my friend (Q) on the phone picked him up and brought him to my house. Me and my Q hung out in that group as kids and still hang out as adults. Q was also a little closer personally to Goose than I was.
While waiting at my house for them to arrive im very exited. I want to see Goose and see what hes been doing. If he has a drug problem i feel i can help him through it or any other personal problems. The acting funny part is not what im worried about, I just want to see my friend. I mean last i know hes in california, and now is walking down a busy road in town, wtf, you know.
Q comes in my door first with a serious look in his eyes. I see Goose behind him and come up to him and give him a dap and a hug. His hand grasp feels week and his body is very off balance. He smells like shit and I can tell he has been living on the street a while. We go sit outside. Within these couple of minutes of being reunited i can tell somethings off about him. I assume hes on or coming off heroin or something. He seems confused and somewhat dazed and talks with a high pitched, raspy voice that sounds like it strains him when he talks (junky voice). Gooses eyes are glazed over and very zombie like and he has jerky body movements with his legs, arms, and head. He sometimes gets up and walks around confused and sits back down quickly. After a few questions about how hes been I can tell that it is more serious than i thought. I now get goosebumps and chills that still slightly remain. He Cannot answer questions logically. Sometimes he does not even answer questions. Sometimes he will just stare with those very eerie soulless eyes from when we were younger or make a weird sound or twitch. When he did answer questions the answers would be irrelevant. If i were to ask him how he felt he would say something like "yea man, i didnt watch that show". Most of the answers where questions back to us that made completely no sense. Everything he said did not connect with anything else he said or we said. He could only say short sentences too. Q broke down and asked Goose what happened to him, how he is not the same. He answers with another confused question to us that makes no sense. I ask him if he realizes the situation right now, beetween us 3, and how me and Q are seeing you right now. Still, nothing but short slurry sentences that make no sense. He sometimes also closes his eyes and zones out for a second or two. Me and Q look each other in the eyes and realize something must be done. We take him to the hospital and wait with him untill we know he is fully taken care of and leave.
There were some short moments in the "conversation" where Goose would seem to come back to normal for a second. All of them included memories. Life would come back to his eyes and he would stop wriggling around. Some would be memories of things us 3 did in our younger years and others would be about people from that time period. All of them where questions like "do you remember when" or "where is so and so now". After he asked the question though he would fall back into the zombie like daze and not remember a thing and not be able to make sense again. Also finally when we asked Goose if he wanted to go to the hospital he said "yes lets go there" while standing up ready to go. That was one of the only questions that we asked him he answered with an actual answer. While talking to him and on the ride to the hospital he would say things about "them" or "they" or "everything" . They killed my sister, they put me in a trance, "they stole my soul" "everything is backwards". He also said things about weird eerie stuff and called some things evil. He even asked us on the way if we were going to kill him. It seemed like his subconscious mind was working, he was able to pull out past memories for short duration, knew he needed to go to a hospital, but the "now" reality did not exist. It was like the opposite of sleeping or something like that. He seemed very stressed and anxious the whole time too.
All this happened after a busy day at work and now its 3:30am and i have to work again tomorrow morning. There is more but I cant write anymore i just felt i needed to get this out of me somewhat. This is the most fucked up i have seen anybody, in a movie, t.v., books, real life, let alone a friend. This was one of the most fucked up days of my life and i feel so bad for Goose. Its like he wanted to tell us what was going on in his head, but he couldn't. I just hope he can come back to his head, we will see though.
If anyone has any insight or anything feel free