So, anyway. I went back to my hometown 10 years ago or so. Visited a guy a knew since high school. We went out to his mom's house to help with firewood or something. Same house she'd been in since the civil war, it seems. After a while some guy was walking down the road towards the house. It was a guy we went to high school with and hadn't lived there for a decade and a half. Had not seen him since 11th grade after he got on heroin and who knows what.
He stopped by to see what's up. Kind of strange to randomly drop by after 15 years, but whatever. Not only that, he walked. House was a good bit off the beaten path after a long bus ride, and he rode all the way out there. He'd spent many years in the gutter high and was a real space cadet at this point. He was phasing in out of lucidity and randomness. After about 10 minutes he wandered off. I guessed he was in the area to look at where he grew up and was at that point in his life where he had exactly nothing. My friend pointed out he was wearing the same leather heavy metal jacket he wore in high school.
That's Foler. Neurons permanently frizzzed out from drugs and randonly stopping by to phase out; half his brain is in reverse and the other half is in overdrive and listening to Sammy Hagar songs.
Drugs, folks. Not even once.