I was back from school, you know? I'd been back for a couple of days, so I don't know what's going on with anyone or anything. I'm hanging out with Jimmy Earl, the one black guy in Greenhaven. And of course his dad is a slum lord right? So Jimmy is over at my place and we were talking about what's up with people. So I'm like "what's up with JR, what's up with JR" and Jim's all "Dude, it aint good. He's gone."

I'd heard people saying he was tweaked and I'm like, you know, what's up?

So me and Jim are sitting on the couch. It's me, Jim and his little baby girl. Jim's got this baby girl. This is how Jim treats his little girl. He puts a pillow down, puts a bottle on top of the pillow, and then puts the baby next to the pillow and turns her face to the side: the baby just lies there sucking on that shit dude. You know, just sitting there and me and Jim talking about JR É

Knock Knock Knock!

It's JR at the door. Oh shit here it comes. JR walks in.

"JR, what's up? What are you doing dude?"

"Aw man, I just got out of jail."

"What dude? Why were you in jail?"

"I don't know dude, what's going on?"

I'm like, "dude who É what did you do? How'd you get in there, what did you do?"

"My mom got a restraining order on me."

"Dude, why does your mom have a restraining order on you?"

"I don't know! I tried to see her and she called the cops!"

So I'm going "Dude, what are you talking about?"

So then he starts going on about how he liked jail. JR thought jail was cool. Jail was good shit. Any way, he started going on and on. He liked jail and then he started saying, "dude, it's all about colors. Its all about colors. Race war. There's going to be a race war going on." All this crazy ass shit, crazy ass. I was still talking to him, like trying to reason with him and he'd go and pick up É my parents have this book on Hawaii, you know, a really nice coffee table book and he was going on about it, looking at it going "Dude, colors. Look at the colors."

I'm like, "dude, you been up in jail all night?"

He's all, "yeah"

I go, "You been anywhere?"

He's all, "nah."

He walked all the way from downtown, from county jail to my house. So I'm all, "dude, go take a shower man!"

He's in there for like half and hour and I start tripping. I'm like "Jim, what's up with my homie? He's goine. Jim was never that tight with him so he wasn't tripping off it. So finally JR gets out. I go in the bathroom and everything's rearranged. Everything. I mean, my parents bathroom has been the same since '75. Garbage can in a different place. Shit that my mom uses for her hair, like after she takes a show, is in the shower. I mean, shit is everywhere. Different. I go "aw shit É"

So I go back there. I talk on the phone to my sister on the cordless while I'm putting the bathroom back to normal after hurricane JR hit. I walk out an JR has rearranged the whole front room.

He had taken plants that were on top of the TV and put them on the table, plants from the table on top of the TV. Everything is moved around. I'm all "dude! What's going on?" You know, JR is like rail-thin now. It's all fucked up, you know? I was about to see Tammy so I'm all, you know he's been there for an hour and a half, two hours, whatever, and he's and he's rearranged two rooms.

I'm all, "Dude, your mom got a restraining order on you? Why?" You know, this and that.

He's all "I don't know! I don't know!"

He smoked crank in front of me a couple of times too. And I didn't do anything, I just kind of let him do it, you know? So I'm going to Tammy's now. so we get in the car and I go "Dude, where do I take you?"

He's all, "I don't know dude. Can I go kick it with you and Tammy?" Of course, me and Tammy are about to go out to dinner with my fucking sister and brother and her kids, and now fucking JR's going to come with us.

So I drop him off in the park. I tell him to go talk to his mom and I gave him a couple of quarters for the pay phone if he needed it. So I go off and do my thing all day, and come back by the house around ten o' clock cause my parents are out of town and Tammy's parents are out of town so Tammy stayed with me the night before so I'm going to stay at Tammy's house this night.

Check my house out; I know JR knows my parents are gone and I'm tweaking off the fact that he knows that so I come home at ten; feed the animals, put everything in lockdown. Lock every window, lock every door, make sure everything's just cool, you know? Spend the night at Tammy's, you know, kick it.

The next day, I come home early cause I'm kind of tripping on JR now and I'm thinking he might come to my house and try to fuck with it.

I park my car, get out, walk up to the door, I'm walking up the courtyard, I start to walk up and JR 's standing there wearing my best Polo shirt. I bought this really nice Polo shirt, the best shirt I have, I bought it on sale. He's standing there, wearing my Polo shirt with boxer shorts on and fucking thermal underwear pants; but they're not even on, they're sagging, they're dragging around his ankles. He's walking around with this shit around his knees and shit, you know?

"Dude! What the fuck are you doing here? Jer, what are you doing in my house?"

"Dude, I thought you said I could stay here."

"How'd you get in dude?"

He's all, "Huh? Huh? I don't know. Huh?" just "I don't know."

I go to my parent's room. He takes my parents É my parents have this table to collect all the bills on, you know, for the month or whatever. He takes the whole table of bills, and it's rearranged on my mother's bed in The Wall know, you know that scene were Pink is tripping making a mural out of shit and patterns? Just like that

Shit going crazy. He's made crosses, you know, like crucifixes, everything's different. Go into my room, check out my bed. Cause I don't live there anymore, I had all these cards; I had birthday cards I'd gotten from people, I had junk mail people sent me who still had my address. That shit's all rearranged on my fucking bed.

I just started going, "Dude what are you doing? Where'd this shit come from?"

"Huh? Huh? I don't know. I don't know."

I'm like, "Jesus Christ!"

I didn't know what to do. I called my brother, I called Tammy, finally I called his mom. Talk to his mom. I'm all, you know, "Hi Mary. I'm back in town for a couple of days from school and. . . Jer broke into my house last night." you know,

She's all, "Oh God," you know, "I'm sorry, uh,"

She's all "Have you seen Jeremy?"

I'm all "Yeah, he's in my room right now. He broke into my house last night."

One of the first things I did when I came in there, he had the foil cause he's smoking it, so I grab his shit; just rip it up saying "What the fuck are you doing?" Grab his shit; rip it up, throw it away so he can't smoke it.

So I go out and talk to his mom. She's going on about how he was doing alright, you know, and then he just started smoking crank in the house in front of her.

Anyway, one day she came home from work and he had taken shaving cream and spread it all over the bathroom on the mirror and stuff and all over the house and like, she had strawberries, and he put the strawberries all throughout the shaving cream, talking about "The colors, the patterns, the patterns, the colors." All this crazy shit.

So I'm talking to his mom and his moms just like, "I don't know. I just had to kick him out. It's 'Tough Love' right now." She actually used the term 'Tough Love', straight out of a fucking TV miniseries or something dude. I thought she was saying 'Tough Turf' for a second dude. It sort of got cheesy the way she said it.

She's all "You got to kick him out, you got to kick him out." all this shit, you know.

So finally I go in and go "Jer dude, I'll give you some clothes." So I hooked him up with some of my old clothes from like, sophomore or junior year that barely fit him. I took his clothes that he had on, put them in a bag to give to him. I just told him basically, "Dude, you've got to get the fuck out. You got to go Jer. Sorry dude, you're fucking tweaked out dude, you got to go."

So I fucking boot him out and I give him the bag of clothes he walks around the corner to my garbage cans takes the bag of clothes, and throws it away. Just goes off walking down the street. Just gone, whatever.

I'm all tripped out on this you know, looking around my house so see how the fuck he got in. I realize he got in through a window somehow, he had to of, but he totally broke the lock on the laundry room trying to get in. Fucking doors all off the hinge dude, he totally fucked the door up.

So I'm tripping, telling people about it, you know, tell my parents some shit went down, that JR's on crank and he's fucked up and broke in the house.

I go out the next night, and JR comes up to the door at like, my dad said around midnight, wearing nothing but the boxer shorts I gave him. No shoes, no socks, no shirt, talking about "Is Chris here?"

Dad's all, "No, he's with Sean."

And JR's all "Oh, he's at Sean's house?"

My dad's all, "No, he's with Sean."

JR just takes off dude and that's the last I hear. . . you know, 'till I come back a coulpe of months later and I hear he's hanging out with Hank the Tank and stuff and uh, its crazy. . . . he's fucked up dude. He's not on the run, he's not tweaked, he's not going into people's houses tripping off patterns and colors and shit but, try to talk to him. . . he's not there. All I know is that you talk to him about events that we all knew happened, that we all saw or witnessed, and he'll say "Oh yeah, oh yeah!" and he just goes off on tangents about everything. He was running on the freeway at 10:30 in the night in 35 degree weather. My friend Mike got into a fight, straight-up got kicked out of the Arco arena. So we're standing around waiting for him and JR's all, "Lets go to the car, lets go to the car, they're gonna leave us!" and I'm like "I drove and Mike didn't drive, there's no way there going to leave us." And for like, 10 minutes we're waiting there and he's just going "Lets go to the car, lets go to the car, lets go to the car, they're going to leave us, going to leave us!" I'm like "Jer, dude he's not going to leave us. I'm driving!"

APPENDIX 1: HANK THE TANK IS IMPLICATED

This is the mentality of Hank the Tank. Hank the dope dealer:

JR comes over for some dope. Hank knows full well he's gone.

Hank serves him a quarter or something.

So JR goes, "Let me do it right here, let me do it right here."

And Hank's all "No, I gotta go, I gotta go." So he kicks him out. Of course JR's got his little foil in his pocket folded up all nice. Takes it out and smokes and Hank leaves for like, an hour or whatever, comes back and JR's sitting on the front porch and all the garbage in Manning's grabage can is rearranged around the can.

He did another Pink Floyd mural.

Fucking Tank throws the shit back in, tells him to leave, takes off.

"Get the fuck out of here JR. Who do you think you are? Pink Floyd?" Hank should know better than to sell to the guy, you know.